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DIVINE AND MORAL. 



FRANCIS QUARLES. 




prmtetJ at tiyt Ct)i0totc1t Jl^re^sl, 

BY C. WHITTINGHAM; 

FOR J. MAWMAN; LONGMAN, HURST, REES, ORME, 

AND brown; scatcherd and letterman; sut- 

TABY, EVANCE, AND FOX J SHARPE AND HAILES; 
SHERWOOD, NEELY, AND JONES J T. WILLIAMS; 
KNEVETT, ARLISS, AND BAKERJ AND J. POOLE, 

LONDON. . • 

1812. 



ADVERTIaiiMENT. 



1^ C/RiTicisM accords in giving to the author of 
r these Emblems the praise of profound knowledge, 
solid wisdom, and fervent devotion. He deserves 
more. His wit was bright, his discrimination of 
characters keen, and his sense deep. " Quarles," 
affirms the late Rev. John Ryland, " was a man 
of spiritual wit and imagination, in the reign of 
King Charles the First ; a time when poetic genius, 
in the religious world, had not been cultivated. 
Spenser and Shakspeare were then the only men 
that deserved the name of poets ; and these were 
far enough from the knowledge and taste of the 
people called Puritans: so that, I think, Quarles 
may be styled the first, as Herbert was the second, 
divine poet of the English nation." Although the 
same able divine is of opinion, that " in the pro- 
ductions of this excellent man," Quarles, " there 
is nothing to please the taste of modern critics" — 
tliat " his uncommon turns of thought, the quaint- 



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4 ADVERTISEMENT. 

ness of his poetic style, but, above all, the deptli 
of evangelic flavour, the ardent piety, and the 
rich experience of the heart, can be relished by 
none but those who in the highest sense of the 
word deserve the name of true Christians" — still 
he characterizes the following work as at once 
*' acceptable and delightful," and such as " it will 
not be deemed impertinent in him to recommend 
to attention." This character of the Emblems 
of Quarles is dated from Northampton, January 
the 8th, 1777; but of " works which have been 
so generally knovra and well received," add the 
Rev. Messieurs Conder and Brewer, (concerning 
these Emblems, together with the Hieroglyphics 
of the Life of Man*,) " for more than a century 
past, nothing is necessary by way of recom- 
mendation." 

Notwithstanding that some of his evangelical 
recomraendators " leave to better judges" to pro- 
nounce " what share of merit is due to the poet, 
Quarles has at length obtained the laurel to which 
he was entitled. Quaintness is not so valueless. 
His style suits his turn of thought, however un- 
common, and his turn of thought his style. Who 

* It is the fixed design of the Proprietor of the present 
unique edition of Quarles' Emblems to publish, without delay, 
the Hieroglyphics of the Life of Man, and the School of the 
Heart, in a separate Volume. 



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ADVERTISEMENT. 5 

can read such lines as the following without fully 
awarding the meed that is due to them ? — 

* We cross the sea, and 'midst her waves we burn ; 
Transporting lives, perchance, that ne'er return !* 

Again, when alluding to worldlings, he remarks, 

« Be wisely worldly, but not worldly wise.' 

Surely there is both truth and beauty in this pic- 
ture of the soul of the Christian. — 

< No hope deceives it, and no doubt divides it! 
No grief disturbs it, and no error guides it. 
No good contemns it, and no virtue blames it; 
No guilt condemns it, and no folly shames it : 
No sloth besots it, and no lust enthrals it; 
No scorn afflicts it, and no passion galls it.' 

The descriptions of Quarles likewise display an 
uncommon skill. Contemplate his portraiture of 
gluttony. — 

• Think'st thou that paunch, that barlies out thy coat. 
Is thriving fat; or flesh, that seems so brawny? 

Thy paunch is dropsied, and thy cheeks are bloat; 
Thy lips are white, and thy complexion tawny ; 

Thy skin's a bladder, blown with wal'ry tumours; 

Thy flesh a trembling bog, a quagmjre full of liumours.' 

Quarles has, unquestionably, high merit. Pas- 
sages such as the foregoing, and of such many 
may be found, compensate for all his quaint- 
uess. 

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6 ADVERTISEMENT. 

EstimatiDg the true importance of these Em- 
blems, one eminent man, Augustus Teplady, par- 
ticularly inculcates the necessity of giving " neat 
and beautiful impressions of the numerous and 
expensive cuts which illustrate each respective 
article; since, he adds, " in emblematic works, 
much depends on the elegancy of the Engravings, 
which, if well-finished, speak an ocular language, 
singularly emphatic, and universally intelligible." 
This hint has not been lost. The vast improve- 
ment of the graphic art, whether on wood or 
copper, since this hint was thrown out, upwards 
of thirty-four years ago, has enabled tlie Pro- 
prietor of this edition of Quarles' Emblems to 
give entire effect to tlie illustrative embellishments 
of the work. Of most of the cuts which now 
adoni it, it is hoped it might be said, speaking in 
the language of the author, at the opening of 
llie ninth emblem of his third book, 

* Is not tliis type well cut, in every part 
Full of rich cunning; fiU'd with Xeuxian art?' 

With this hope closes this appeal to the world. 
Deeming it here superfluous to expatiate on the 
intrinsic worthiness of the work, — acknowledged 
by one of our ablest divines to have been " of 
much spiritual use" to him " at an early period 
of life," and which he to the last considered as 
" a very ingenious and valuable treasury of Chris- 
tian experience,"— it is therefore presumed that, 



ADVERTISEMENT. 7 

considered with reference either to the excellence 
of its typography, or the elegance of its embel- 
lishments, it will be fairly deserving of the circu- 
lation and patronage it now solicits. There seems 
no occasion to fear that " the rage for romances, 
novels and plays," notwithstanding its prevalency, 
has '* entirely extinguished all taste for such pro- 
ductions as these now presented to the town." 
Modern taste is favourable to the revival of good 
authors. 

January, 1812. 



BY THE SAME AUTHOR. 



In the Press, and speedily vnll be jmblished, 

IN ONE VOLUME, WITH UPWARDS OF SIXTY EMBEL- 
LISHMENTS, 



@cf)00l of ttz JDeart; 



The Heart of itself gone auay from God ; brought 
back again to Him ; and instructed by Him. 

IN FORTY-SEVEN EMBLEMS. 



THE LEARNING OF THE HEART. 

AND 

HIEROGLYPHICS 

OF THE 

LIFE OF MAN. 



MY MUCH HONOURED, AND NO LESS TRL'LY 
BELOVED FRIEND, 

EDWARD BENLOWES, ESQ. 



MY DEAR FRIEND, 

You have put the Theorbo into my hand, and I 
have played: You gave the musician the first 
encouragement ; the music returneth to you for 
patronage. Had it been a light air, no doubt but 
it had taken the most, and among them the wrorst ; 
but being a grave strain, my hopes are, that it will 
please the best, and among them you. Toyish 
airs please trivial ears ; they kiss the fancy, and 
betray it. They cry, Hail, first; and after. Cru- 
cify: Let daws delight to immerd themselves in 
dung, whilst eagles scorn so poor a game as flies. 
Sir, you have art and candour; let the one judge, 
let the other excuse 

Your most affectionate Friend, 

FRA. QUARLES. 



TO THE READER. 



An Emblem is but a silent parable: Let not 
the tender eye check, to see the allusion to our 
blessed Saviour figured in these types. In Holy 
Scripture he is sometimes called a Sower; some- 
times a Fisher; sometimes a Physician: And why 
not presented so, as well to the eye as to the 
ear? Before the knowledge of letters, God was 
known by hieroglyphics. And indeed what are 
the Heavens, the earth, nay, every creature, 
but Hieroglyphics and Emblems of his glory? I 
have no more to say; I wish thee as much 
pleasure in the reading, as I had in writing. 
Farewell, Reader. 

FRANCIS QUARLES. 



By fathers back'd, by holy writ led on : 

Thou show'st the way to Heav'n by Helicon : 

The Muses' font is consecrate by thee, 

And Poesy baptized Divinity : 

Bless'd soul, that here embark'st: thou sail'st 

apace, 
'Tis hard to say, mov'd more by wit or grace, 
Each muse so plies her oar: But O the sail 
Is fill'd from Heav'n with a diviner gale : 
When poets prove divines; why should not I 
Approve in verse this divine poetry? 
Let this suffice to licence thee the press : 
I must no more ; nor could the truth say less. 

Sic appirobavit 

RIC. LOVE, Procan. Cant. 



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Tot Flores QUARLES, quot Faradisus habct 
Lectori bene male-vo\o. 

Qui legit ex Horto hoc Flores^ qui carpit, uterque 

Jure potest Violas dicere, jure Rosas: 
Non e Parnasso VIOLAM, festive ROSETO 

Carpit Apollo, magis quae sit amoena, ROSAM. 
Quot Versus VIOLAS legis; & quem verba locutum 

Credis, verba dedit: Nam dedit ille ROSAS. 
Utque Ego non dicam haec VIOLAS suavissima; 
Tute 

Ipse facis VIOLAS, Livide, si violas. 
Nam velut e VIOLIS sibi fugit Aranea virus: 

Vertis at in succos Basque ROSAS que tuos. 
Quas violas Musas, VIOLAS pnto, quasquerecnsas 

Dente tuo rosas, has, reor, esse ROSAS. 
Sic rosas, facis esse ROSAS, dum Zoile, rodis: 

Sic facies has VIOLAS, Livide, dum violas. 

EDW. BENLOWES. 
Brent-Holly 1634. 



BOOK THE FIRST, 




Dum Coslum asj<icio Solum despicio. 
THE INVOCATION. 

IvousE thee, my soul; and drain thee from thf 

dregs 
Of vulgar thoughts; screw up the heigh ten'd pogg 
Of thy sublime Theorbo four notes high'r, 
And high'r yet, that so the shrill-moutli'd quire 



14 THE INVOCATION. BOOK. 1. 

Of swift-wing'd seraphims may come and join, 
And make the concert more than half divine. 
Invoke no mnse; let Heav'n be thine Apollo j 
And let his sacred influences hallow 
Thy high-bred strains. Let his full beams inspire 
Thy ravish'd brains with more heroic fire : 
Snatch thee a quill from the spread eagle's wing, 
And, like the morning lark, mount up and sing : 
Cast off these dangling plummets, that so clog 
Thy lab'ring heart, which gropes in this dark fog 
Of dungeon earth; let flesh and blood forbear 
To stop thy flight, till this base world appear 
A thin blue landscape : let thy pinions soar 
So high a pitch, that men may seem no more 
Than pismires, crawling on the mole-hill earth, 
Thine ear untroubled with their frantic mirth ; 
Let not the frailty of thy flesh disturb 
Thy new-concluded peacej let reason curb 
Thy hot-mouth'd passion; and let Heav'n's fire 

season 
The fresh conceits of thy corrected reason. 
Disdain to warm thee at lust's smoky fires, 
Scorn, scorn to feed on thy old bloat desires : 
Come, come my soul, hoist up thy higher sails. 
The wind blows fair; shall Me still creep like 

snails. 
That glide their ways with their own native slimes ; 
No, we must fly like eagles, and our rhymes 
Must mount to Heav'n, and reach the Olympic ear ; 
Our Heav'n-blown fire must seek no other sphere. 



BOOK 1. THE INVOCATION. 15 

Thou great Theanthropos, that giv'st and 

ground'st 
Thy gifts in dust, and from our dunghill crown'st 
Reflecting honour, taking by retail 
What thou hast giv'n in gross, from lapsed, frail. 
And sinful man: that drink'st full draughts, 

wherein 
Thy children's lep'rous fingers, scurf'd with sin, 
Have paddled ; cleanse, O cleanse my crafty soul 
From secret crimes, and let my thoughts control 
My thoughts : O teach me stoutly to deny 
Myself, that I may be no longer I : 
Enrich my fancy, clarify my thoughts, 
Refine my dross ; O wink at human faults ; 
And through the slender conduit of my quill 
Convey thy current, whose clear streams may fill 
The hearts of men with love, their tongues with 

praise : 
Crown me with glory, take, who list, the bays. 



BOOK 1. 



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Totus iiiuhdus in maligno (maliligno) posUus cH. 
JAMES I, 14. 

Ek-ery man is tempted, when he is drawn away by his 
own lust, and enticed. 

SERPENT. EVE. 

Serp.jVoTeat? nottaste? iiottouch? notcastaneye 
Upon the fruit of this fair tree? and why? 
Why eat'st thou not what Heav'n ordain'd for food ? 
Or canst thou think that bad which Heav'u call'd 
good? K 



18 EMBLEMS. BOOK 1. 

Why was it made, if uot to be enjoy'd? 
Neglect of favours makes a favour void : 
Blessings unus'd, pervert into a waste 
As well as surfeits : woman, do but taste : 
See how the laden boughs make silent suit 
To be enjoy'd; look how their bending fruit 
Meet thee half-way : observe but how they crouch 
To kiss thy hand; coy woman, do but touch; 
Mark what a pure vermilion blush has died 
Their swelling cheeks, and how for shame they hide 
Their palsy heads, to see themselves stand by 
Neglected : woman, do but cast an eye. 
Whatbounteous Heav'n ordain'd for use, refuse not ; 
Come, pull and eat : y' abuse the thing ye use not ; 

Eve. Wisest of beasts, our great Creator did 
Reserve this tree, and this alone forbid ; 
The rest are freely ours, which doubtless are 
As pleasing to the taste; to the eye as fair: 
But touching this, his strict commands are such, 
'Tis death to taste, no less than death to touch. 

Serp. Pish; death's a fable; did not Heav'n inspire 
Your equal elements with living fire, 
Blown from the spring of life? Is not that breath 
Immortal? come; ye are as free from death 
As he that made you. Can the flames expire 
Which he has kindled? can ye quench his fire? 
Did not the great Creator's voice proclaim 
Whate'er he made, from the blue spangled frame 
To the poor leaf that trembles, very good? 
Rless'd he not both the feeder and the food? 



BOOK 1. EMBLEMS. 19 

Tell, tell me then, what danger can accrue 
From such bless'd food, to such half gods as you ? 
Curb needless fears, and let no fond conceit 
Abuse your freedom ; woman, take and eat. 

Eve. 'Tis true, we are immortal; death is yet 
Unborn, and, till rebellion make it death. 
Undue ; I know the fruit is good, until 
Presumptuous disobedience make it ill. 
The lips that open to this fruit's a portal 
To let in death, and make immortal mortal. 

Serp. You cannot die ; come, woman, taste, and 
fear not. [not: 

Eve. Shall Eve transgress? I dare not, O, I dare 

Serp. Afraid ? why draw'st thou back thy tim'rous 
arm? 
Harm only falls on such as fear a hanu. 
Heav'n knows and fears the virtue of this tree : 
'Twill make you perfect gods as well as he. 
Stretch forth thy hand, and let thy fondness never 
Fear death : do, pull, and eat, and live for ever. 

Eve. 'Tis but an apple ; and it is as good 
To do as to desire. Fruit's made for food : 
I'll pull, and taste, and tempt my Adam too 
To know the secrets of this dainty. Serp. Do. 



20 EMBLEMS. BOOK 1. 

S. Chrys. sup. Matth. 

He forced him not: he touched him not: only 
said, Cast thyself doicn ; that we may know, that 
whosoever obeyeth the devil, casteth himself 
down: for the devil may suggest, compel he 
cannot. 

S. Bers. in Ser. 

It is the devil's part to suggest; ours, not to 
consent. As oft as we resist him, so often we 
overcome him : as often as we overcome him, so 
often we bring joy to the angels, and glory to 
God; Avho opposeth us, that we may contend; 
and assisteth us, that we may conquer. 



EpiG. 1. 

Unlucky parliament ! wherein, at last. 
Both houses are agreed, and firmly past 
An act of death confirm'd by higher pow 'rs ; 
() had it had but such success as ours! 



BOOK 1. 



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'Sic malum cecuit uniciuni in omne malum. 



JAMES I. lo. 

Then when lust hath conceived, it hringeth forth sin; 
and sin, when it is finished, bringeth forth death. 

Lament, lament; look, look, what thouhast done : 
Lament the world's, lament thine own estate: 

Look, look, by doing, how thou art undone; 
Lament thy fall, lament thy change of state : 

Tiiy faith is broken, and thy freedom gone, 
See, see too soon, what thou lameut'st too late, 



22 E3IBLEMS. BOOK 1. 

O thou that wert so many men, nay, all 
Abridg'd in one, how has thy desp'rate fall 
Destroy'd thy unborn seed,destroy'd thyself withal ! 

Uxorious Adam, whom thy Maker made 

Equal to ana;els that excel in pow'r. 
What hast thou done? O why hast thou obey'd 

Thine own destruction? like a new-cropt flow'r, 
How does the glory of thy beauty fade! 
How are thy fortunes blasted in an hour ! 
How art thou cow'd that hast the pow'r to quell 
The spite of new fall'n angels, baffle hell. 
And vie with those that stood, and vanquish those 
that fell. 

See how the world (whose chaste and pregnant 

womb 
Of late conceiv'd, and brought forth nothing ill) 
Is now degenerated, and become 

A base adult'ress, whose false births do fill 
The earth with monsters, monsters that do roam 
And rage about, and make a trade to kill : 
Now glutt'ny paunches ; lust begins to spawn ; 
Wrath takes revenge, and avarice a pawn ; 
Pale envy pines, pride swells, and sloth begins to 
yawn. 

The air that whisper'd, now begins to roar ; 

And blust'ring Boreas blows the boiling tide ; 
The white-mouth'd water now usurps the shore. 

And scorns the pow'r of her tridental guide ^ 



BOOK 1. EMBLEMS. 23 

The fire now burns, that did but warm before, 
And rules her ruler with resistless pride : 

Fire, water, earth, and air, that first were made 
To be subdu'd, see how they now invade ; 
They rule whom once they serv'd, command where 
once obey'd. 

Behold, that nakedness, that late bewray'd 

Thy glory, no w's become thy shame, thy wonder; 
Behold, those trees whose various fruits were made 
For food,now turn'd a shade to shroud thee under ; 
Behold, that voice (which thou hast disobey'd) 
That late was music, now affrights like thunder. 
Poor man! are not thy joints grown faint 
with shaking 
To view th' effect of thy bold undertaking, 
That in one hour didst mar what Heav'n six days 
was making. 



24 EMBLEMS. BOOK 1. 

S. AvGvsT. lib. 1. de Lib. Arbit. 
It is a most just punishment, that man should 
lose that freedom, which man could not use, yet 
had power to keep, if he w ould ; and that he who 
had knowledge to do w hat was right, and did not, 
should be deprived of the knowledge of what was 
right ; and that he who w ould not do righteously, 
when he had the power, should lose the power to 
do it, when he had the will. 

HvGo de Anima. 
They are justly punished that abuse lawful 
things, but they are most justly punished, that 
use unlawful things : thus Lucifer fell from heaven : 
thus Adam lost his paradise. 



Epic. 2. 
See how these fruitful kernels, being cast 
Upon the earth, how thick they spring ! how fast ! 
A full ear'd crop and thriving, rank and proud ! 
Prepost'rousman first sow'd,and then he plough'd. 



BOOK 1. 



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Ut potior, patior, Patieris, non potieris. 
PROV. XIV. 13. 

Even in laughter the heart is sorrowful ; and the e7id 
of that mirth is heaviness. 

Alas! fond child, 

How are thy thoughts beguil'd 
To hope for honey from a nest of wasps? 
Thou may'st as well 

Go seek for ease in hell, 
Or sprightly nectar from the mouths of asps. 



2G EMBLEMS. BOOK 1. 

The world's a hive, 
From whence thou canst derive 
No good, but what thy soul's vexation brings: 
But case thou meet 
Some petty-petty-sweet, 
Each drop is guarded with a thousand stings. 



Why dost thou make 
These murm'ring troops forsake 
The safe protection of their waxen homes r 
Their hive contains 
No sweet that's worth thy pains ; 
There's nothing here, alas ! but empty combs. 



For trash and toys, 
And grief engend'ring joys, 
What torment seems too sharp for flesh and blood j 
What bitter pills, 
Compos'd of real ills, 
Men swallow down to purchase one false good I 



The danties here. 
Are least what they appear; 
Though sweet in hopes, yet in fruition sour: 
The fruit that's yellow. 
Is found not always mellow ; 
The fairest tulip's not the sweetest flow'r. 



BOOK 1. EMBLEMS. 27 

Fond youth, give o'er, 
And vex thy soul no more 
In seeking what were better far unfound ; 
Alas ! thy gains 
Are only present pains 
To gather scorpions for a future wound. 

What's earth? or in it, 
That longer than a minute. 
Can lend a free delight that can endure? 
O who would droil, 
Or delve in such a soil, 
Where gain's uncertain, and the pain is sure ? 



S;8 EMBLEMS. BOOK 1. 

S. AvGVST. 

Sweetness in tempoml matters is deceitful : It 
is a labour and a perpetual fear; it is a dangerous 
pleasure, whose beginning is without Providence, 
and whose end is not without repentance. 

Hugo. 
Luxury is an enticing pleasure, a bastard mirth, 
which hath honey in her mouth, gall in her heart, 
and a sting in her tail. 



EpiG. 3. 
What, Cupid, are thy shafts already made? 
And seeking honey to set up thy trade, 
True emblem of thy sweets! thy bees do bring 
Honey in their mouths, but in their tails a sting. 



BOOK 1. 



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Quis kvior cut plus ponderi addk amor. 
PSALM LXII. 9. 

To he laid in the balance^ it is altogether lighter 
than vanity. 

Put in another weight : 'tis yet too light : 
And yet, fond Cupid, put another in; 

And yet another: still there's under weight: 
Put in another hundred: put again j 



20 EMBLEMS. BOOK 1. 

Add world to world • then heap a thousand more 
To that; then, to renew thy wasted store, 
Take up more worlds on trust, to draw thy balance 
low'r. 

Put in the flesh, with all her loads of pleasure; 

Put in great Mammon's endless inventory ; 
Put in the pond'rous acts of mighty Caesar: 
Put in the greater weight of Sweden's glory ; 
Add Scipio's gauntlet; put in Plato's gown: 
Put Circe's channs, put in the triple crown. 
Thy balance will not draw; thy balance will not 
down. 

Lord! what a world is this, which day and night, 
Men seek with so much toil, with so much trouble ? 
V/hich, weigh'd in equal scales, is found so light, 
So poorly overbalanced with a bubble! 

Good God ! thatfi-antic mortals should destroy 
Their higher hopes, and place their idle joy 
Upon such airy trash, upon so light a toy I 

Thou bold impostor, how hast thou befool'd 
The tribe of man with counterfeit desire! 
How has the breath of thy false bellows cool'd 
Heav'n'sfreebornflame,and kindled bastard fire ! 
How hast thou veuted dross instead of trea- 
sure, [measure. 
And cheated men with thy false weights and 
Proclaiming bad for good ; and gilding death w ith 
pleasure! 



BOOK 1. EMBLEMS. 31 

The world's a crafty strumpet, most affecting 

And closely following those that most reject her; 
But seeming careless, nicely disrespecting 
And coyly flying those that most affect her; 
If thou be free, she's strange ; if strange, she's 

free; 
Flee, and she follows; follow, and she'll flee; 
Than she there's none more coy, there's none more 
fond than she. 

O what a crocodilian world is this, 

Compos'd of treach'ries, and insnaring wiles ! 

She clothes destruction in a formal kiss. 
And lodges death in her deceitful smiles; 
She hugs the soul she hates; and there does prove 
The veriest tyrant, where she vows to love; 

And is a serpent most, when most she seems a dove. 

Thrice happy he, whose nobler thoughts despise 

To make an object of so easy gains; 
Thrice happy he, who scorns so poor a prize 
Should be the crown of his heroic pains: 
Thrice happy he, who ne'er was born to try 
Her frowns or smiles : or being born, did lie 
In his sad nurse's arms an hour or two, and die. 



3S EMBLEMS. BOOK 1. 



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S. August, lib. Confess. 
O you that dote upon this world, for what vic- 
tory do ye fight? Your hopes can be crowned 
with no greater reward than the world can give; 
and what is the world, but a brittle thing full of 
dangers, wherein we travel from lesser to greater 
perils? O let all her vain, light, momentary glory ■ 
perish with herself, and let us be conversant with 
more eternal things. Alas ! this world is misera- 
ble ; life is short, and death is sure. 



EpiG. 4. 
My soul, what's lighter than a feather ? Wind. 
Than wind? The fire. And what, than fire? The 

mind. 
What's lighter than the mind? A thought. Than 

thought? 
This bubble world. What, than this bubble? 
Nought. 



BOOK 1. 



5. 




1 COR. VII. 31. 
The fashion of this world passcth away. 

'fjroNE are those golden days, wherein 
'^VdXe conscience started not at ugly sin: 
When good old Saturn's peaceful throne 
Was unusurp'd by his beardless son : 

When jealous Ops ne'er fear'd th' abuse 
Of her chaste bed, or breach of nuptial truce ; 
c 



34 EMBLEMS. BOOK 1. 

When just Astrcea pois'd her scales 
In mortal hearts, whose absence earth bewails : 

When froth-born Venus and her brat, 
With all that spurious brood young Jove begat. 

In horrid shapes were yet unknown ; 
Those halcyon days, that golden age is gone. 

There was no client then to wait 
The leisure of his long-tail'd advocate ; 

The talion law was in request, 
And Chanc'ry Courts were kept in every breast : 

Abused statutes had no tenters, 
And men could deal secure without indentures : 

There was no peeping hole to clear 
The wittal's eye from his incarnate fear: 

There were no lustful cinders then 
To broil the carbonado'd hearts of men : 

The rosy cheeks did then proclaim 
A shame of guilt, but not a guilt of shame : 

There was no whining soul to start 
At Cupid's twang, or curse his flaming dart: 

The boy had then but callow wings. 
And fell Erennys' scorpions had no stings : 

The better-acted world did move 
Upon the fixed poles of truth and love. 

Love essenc'd in the hearts of men! 
Then reason rul'd, there was no passion then ; 

Till lust and rage began to enter. 
Love the circumf'rence was, and love the centre; 

Until the wanton days of Jove, 
The simple world was all compos'd of love; 



BOOK 1. EMBLEMS. 55 

But Jove grew fleshly, false, unjust; 
Inferior beauty fill'd his veins with lust : 

And cucquean Juno's fury hurl'd 
Fierce balls of rape into th' incestuous world : 

Astraea fled, and love return'd 
From earth, earth boil'd with lust, with rage it 
burn'd. 

And ever since the world hath been 
Kept going with the scourge of lust and spleen. 



56 EMBLEMS. BOOK 1. 

S. Ambrose. 
Lust is a sharp spur to vice, which always put- 
teth the aflFections into a false gallop. 

Hugo. 
Lust is an immoderate wantonness of the flesh, 
a sweet poison, a cruel pestilence; a pernicious 
poison, which weakeneth the body of man, and 
effeminateth the strength of an heroic mind. 

S. AuGVST. 

Envy is the hatred of another's felicity : in re- 
pect of superiors, because they are not equal to 
them ; in respect of inferiors, lest he should be 
equal to them; in respect of equals, because they 
are equal to them: Through envy proceeded the 
fall of the world, and death of Christ. 



EpiG. 5. 
What, Cupid, must the world be lash'd so soon? 
But made at morning, and be whipt at noon? 
'Tis like the wag, that plays with Venus' doves. 
The more 'tis lash'd, the more perverse it proves. 



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In crv.ce tuta quies. 
ECCLES. II. 17. 

All is vanity and vexation of spirit. 

How is the anxious soul of man befool'd 

In his desire, 
That thinks an hectic fever may be cool'd 

In flames of fire ? 
Or hopes to rake full heaps of burnish'd gold 

From nasty mire? 



38 E3IBLEMS. BOOK 1. 

A whining lover may as well request 

A scornful breast 
To melt in gentle tears, as woo the world for rest. 

Let wit, and all her study'd plots eflfect ' 

The best they can; 
Let smiling fortune prosper and perfect 

What wit began; 
Let earth advise with both, and so project 

A happy man ; 
Let wit or fawning fortune vie their best; 

He may be blest [no rest. 

With all the earth can give; but earth can give 

Whose gold is double with a careful hand, 

His cares are double ; 
The pleasure, honour, wealth of sea and land 

Bring but a trouble; 
Tlie world itself, and all the world's command, 

Is but a bubble. 
The strong desires of man's insatiate breast 

May stand possest 
Of all that earth can give; but earth can give no rest. 

The world's a seeming paradise, but her own 

And man's tonnenter; 
Appearing fix'd, vet but a rolling stone 

Without a tenter; 
It is a vast circumference, where none 

Can find a centre. 



BOOK 1. EMBLEMS. 39 

Of more than earth, can earth make none posses t; 

And he that least 
Regards this restless world, shall in this world 
find rest. 

True rest consists not in the oft revying 

Of worldly dross; 
Earth's miry purchase is not worth the buying; 

Her gain is loss ; 
Her rest but giddy toil, if not relying 

Upon her cross. 
How worldlings droil for trouble ! that fond breast 

That is possess'd 
Of earth without a cross, has earth without a rest. 



40 EMBLEMS. BOOK. 1. 

Cass, in Ps. 

The cross is the invincible sanctuary of the 
bumble, the dejection of the proud, the victory 
of Christ, the destruction of the devil, the con- 
firmation of the faithful, the death of the unbe- 
liever, the life of the just. 

Damasces. 

The cross of Christ is the key of paradise; tlie 
weak man's staff; the convert's convoy; the up- 
right man's perfection ; the soul and body's healtli ; 
the prevention of all evil, and the procurer of all 
good. 



Epic. 6. 

Worldlings, whose whimp'ring folly holds the losses 
Of honour, pleasure, health, and wealth such 

crosses. 
Look here, and tell me what your arms engross. 
When the best end of what he hugs 's a cross? 



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41 



Latct husiis, et otia duct'. 



1 PETER V. 8. 

Be sober y he vigilant; because your advei'sary the 
devil, as a roaring lion, walketh about, seeking 
ivhom he may devour. 

Why dost thou suiFer lustful sloth to creep, 
Dull Cyprian lad, into thy wanton brows; 
Is this a time to pay thine idle vows 

'\t Morpheus' shrine? Is this a time to steep 



I 



42 EMBLEMS. BOOK 1. 

Thy brains in wasteful slumbers? up, and rouse 
Thy leaden spirit : Is this a time to sleep r 

Adjourn thy sanguine dreams, awake, arise. 
Call in thy thoughts ; and let them all advise, 
Hadst thou as many heads as thou hast wounded 
eyes. 

Look, look, what horrid furies do await 

Thy flatt'ring slumbers ! If thy drowsy head 
But chance to nod, thou fall'st into a bed 
Of sulph'rous flames, whose torments want a date. 
Fond boy, be wise, let not thy thoughts be fed 
With Phrygian wisdom ; fools are wise too late : 
Beware betimes, and let thy reason sever 
Those gates which passion clos'd ; wake now 
or never; 
For if thou nod'st thou fall'st; and, falling, fall'st 
for ever. 

Mark, how the ready hands of death prepare : 

His bow is bent, and he hath notch'd his dart; 

He aims, he levels at thy slumb'ring heart : 
The wound is posting, O be wise, beware. 

What, has the voice of danger lost the art 
To raise the spirit of neglected care? 

Well, sleep thy fill, and take thy soft reposes; 

But know, withal, sweet tastes have sour closes ; 
And he repents in thorns, that sleeps in beds of 
roses. 



BOOK 1. EMBLEMS. 43 

Yet, sluggard, wake, and gull thy soul no more 

With earth's false pleasure, and the world's 
delight, 

Whose fruit is fair and pleasing to the sight. 
But sour in taste, false as the putrid core : 

Thy flaring glass is gems at her half light ; 
She makes thee seeming rich, but truly poor: 

She boasts a kernel, and bestows a shell; 

Performs an inch of her fair-promis'd ell : 
Her words protest a heav'n ; her works produce an 
hell. 

O thou, the fountain of whose better part, 
Is earth'd and gravel'd up with vain desire : 
That daily wallow'st in the fleshly mire 

And base pollution of a lustful heart, 

That feel'st no passion, but in wanton fire, 

And own'st no torment but in Cupid's dart; 
Behold thy type : thou sitt'st upon this ball 
Of earth, secure, while death that flings at all. 

Stands arm'd to strike thee down, where flames 
attend thy fall. 



44 EMBLEMS. BOOK 1. 

S. BERy. 
Security is no where; neither in heaven, nor in 
paradise, much less in the world : In heaven the 
angels fell from the divine presence 3 in paradise, 
Adam fell from his place of pleasure ; in the world, 
Judas fell from the school of our Saviour. 

Hvco. 

I eat secure, I drink secure, I sleep secure, 
even as though I had past the day of death, 
avoided the day of judgment, and escaped the 
torments of hell-fire : I play and laugh, as though 
I were already triumphing in the kingdom of 
Heaven. 



EpjG, 7. 
Get up, my soul; redeem thy slavish eyes 
From drowsy bondage : O beware ; be wise : 
Thy foe's before thee ; thou must fight, or fly : 
Life lies most open in a closed eye. 



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EMBLEMS. 



45 




Et risu necat. 



LUKE VI. 25. 

Woe unto you that laugh now! for ye shall mourn 
and weep. 

The world's a popular disease, that reigns 
Within the froward heart and frantic brains 
Of poor distemper'd mortals, oft arising 
From ill digestion, through th' unequal poising 



46 EMBLEMS. BOOK 1. 

Of ill-weigh'd elements, whose light directs 
Malignant humours to malign effects : 
One raves and labours with a boiling liver; 
Rends hair by handfuls, cursing Cupid's quiver; 
Another, with a bloody flux of oaths, 
Vows deep revenge : one doats ; the other loaths : 
One frisks and sings, and cries, A flagon more 
To drench dry cares, and make the w elkin roar : 
Another droops: the sun-shine makes him sad; 
Heav'n cannot please: one's mop'd: the others 

mad: 
One hugs his gold ; another lets it fly : 
He know ing not for whom ; nor t' other why. 
One spends his day in plots, his night in play ; 
Another sleeps and slugs both night and day : 
One laughs at this thing ; t' other cries for that. 
Wonder of wonders! What we ought t' evite 
As our disease, we hug as our delight: 
'Tis held a symptom of approaching danger, 
When disacquainted sense becomes a stranger, 
And takes no knowledge of an old disease; 
But when a noisome grief begins to please 
The unresisting sense, it is a fear 
That death has parly'd, and compounded there : 
As when the dreadful Thund'rer's awful hand 
Pours forth a vial on the infected land. 
At first the affright'ned mortals quake and fear ; 
And ev'ry noise is thought the Thunderer : 
But when the frequent soul-departing bell 
Has pav'd their ears with her familiar knell, 



BOOK 1. EMBLEMS. 47 

It is reputed but a nine-days wonder, 

They neither fear the Thund'rer nor his thunder. 

So when the world (a worse disease) began 

To smart for sin, poor new-created man 

Could seek for shelter, and his gen'rous son 

Knew by his wages what his hands had done : 

But bold-fac'd mortals in our blushless times 

Can sing and smile, and make a sport of crimes, 

Transgress of custom, and rebel in ease. 

We false-joy'd fools can triumph in disease, 

And (as the careless pilgrim, being bit 

By the tarantula, begins a fit 

Of life-concluding laughter) waste our breath 

In lavish pleasure, till we laugh to death. 



48 EMBLEMS. BOOK 1. 

Hugo de Anima. 

What profit is there in vain glory, momentary 
mirth, the world's power, the flesh's pleasure, full 
riches, noble descent, and great desires? Where is 
their laughter? Where is their mirth? Where their 
insolence? their arrogance? From how much joy 
to how much sadness! After how much mirth, 
how much misery ! From how great glory are they 
fallen, to how great torment! What hath fallen 
to them, may befal thee, because thou art a man : 
Thou art of earth; thou livest of earth ; thou shalt 
return to earth. Death expecteth thee every- 
where! Be wise, therefore, and expect death 
everywhere. 



Epic. 8. 
What ails the fool to laugh? Does something please 
His vain conceit? Or is't a mere disease? 
Fool, giggle on, and waste thy wanton breath; 
Thy morning laughter breeds an ev'ning death. 



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Fruiiia qui^ UabUenijigat in orbe graduju. 
1 JOHN II. 17. 

The world passeth away, and all the lusts thereof. 

JjiiAw near, brave sparks, whose spirits scorn to 
light 
Your hollow'd tapers but at honour's flame ; 
You, whose heroic actions take delight 

To varnish over a new painted name; [flight, 
Whose high-bred thoughts disdain to take their 
I) 



cO e>ible:*is. book 1. 

But on th' Icarian wings of babbling fame ; 

Behold, how tottering are your high-built stories 
Of earth, whereon you trust the ground-work of 
your glories. 

And you, more brain-sick lovers, that can prize 
A wanton smile before eternal joys; 

That know no heaven but in your mistress' eyes ; 
That feel no pleasure but what sense enjoys: 

That can, like crown-distemper'd fools, despise 
True riches, and like babies whine for toys : 
Think ye the pageants of your hopes are able 

To stand secure on earth, when earth itseif's 
unstable? 

Come, dunghill worldlings, you that root like swine. 

And cast up golden trenches where you come : 
Whose only pleasure is to undermine. 

And view the secrets of your mother's womb : 
Come, bring your saint pouch'd in his leathern 
shrine. 

And summon all your griping angels home ; 

Behold your world, the bank of all your store 
The w orld ye so admire, the world ye so adore. 

A feeble w orld, whose hot-mouth'd pleasures tire 
Before the race; before the start, retreat; 

A faithless world, whose false delights expire 
Before tlie term of half their promis'd date : 

A fickle world, not worth the least desire, 



BOOK 1. EMBLEMS. 51 

Where ev'ry chance proclaims a change of state : 
A feeble, faithless, fickle world, wherein 
Each motion proves a vice 5 and ev'ry act a sin. 

The beauty, that of late was in her flow'r, 

Is now a ruin, not to raise a lust : 
He that was lately drench'd in Danae's show'r. 

Is master now of neither good nor trust ; 
Whose honour late was mann'd with princely pow'r, 

His glory now lies buried in the dust; 

O who would trust this world, or prize what's in it, 
That gives and takes, and chops and changes ev'ry 
minute. 

Nor length of days, nor solid strength of brain, 
Can find a place wherein to rest secure : 

The world is various, and the earth is vain ; 
There's nothing certain here, there's nothing 
sure : 

We trudge, we travel, but from pain to pain. 
And what's our only grief's our only cure : 
The world's a torment; he that would endeavour 

To find the way to rest, must seek the way to leave 
her. 



52 EMBLEMS. BOOK 1. 

S. Greg, in Horn. 
Behold, the world is withered in itself, yet flou- 
risheth in our hearts, every-where death, every- 
where grief, every-where desolation: On every 
side we are smitten; on every side filled with bit- 
teniess, and yet with the blind mind of carnal 
desire, we love her bitterness : It flieth and we 
follow it, it falleth, yet we stick to it: And be- 
cause we cannot enjoy it falling, we fall with it, 
and enjoy it fallen. 



EpiG. 9. 
If fortune fail, or envious time but spum. 
The world tums round, and with the world we turn 
AVhen fortune sees, and lynx-ey'd time is blind, 
I'll trust thy joys, O world; till then, the wind. 



BUOli 1. 




Utriusque ci'epundia nterces. 



JOHN VIII. 44. 

Ye are of your father the devil, and the lusts of your 
father ye will do. 

xIere's your right ground: wag gently o'er this 
black: 

'Tis a short cast; y'are quickly at the jack. 
Rub, rub an inch or two ; two crowns to one 

On this bowl's side ; blow wind, 'tis fairly thrown : 



54 EMBLEMS. BOOK 1. 

The next bowl's worse that comes; come, bowl 
away : 

Mammon, you know the ground, untutor'd play : 
Your last was gone, a yard of strength well spar'd, 

Had touch'd the block ; your hand is still too hard. 
Brave pastime, readers, to consume that day, 

Which, without pastime, flies too swift away! 
See how they labour; as if day and night 

Were both too short to serve their loose delight : 
See how their curved bodies wreath, and screw 

Such antic shapes as Proteus never knew: 
One raps an oath, another deals a curse ; 

He never better bowl'd; this never worse: 
One rubs his itchless elbow, shrugs and laughs, 

The other bends his beetle brows, and chafes : 
Sometimes they whoop, sometimes their Stygian 
cries 

Send their black Santos to the blushing skies : 
Thus mingling humours in a mad confusion. 

They make bad premises, and worse conclusion : 
But Where's a palm that fortune's hand allows 

To bless the victor's honourable brows? 
Come, reader, come ; I'll light thine eye the way 

To view the prize, the while the gamesters play : 
Close by the jack, behold, jill fortune stands 

To wave the game ; see in her partial hands 
The glorious garland's held in open show. 

To cheer the lads,and crown the conqu'ror's brow. 
The Avorld's the jack ; the gamesters that contend, 

Are Cupid, Mammon : that judicious fiend, 



BOOK 1. EMBLEMS. 55 

That gives the ground, is Satan : and the bowls 

Are sinful thoughts ; the prize, a crown for fools. 
Who breathes that bowls not? AVhat bold tongue 
can say 

Without a blush, he has not bowl'd to-day? 
It is the trade of man, and ev'ry sinner 

Has play'd his rubbers: every soul's a winner. 
The vulgar proverb's crost, he hardly can 

Be a good bowler and an honest man. 
Good God! turn thou my Brazil thoughts anew; 

New-sole my bowls, and make their bias true. 
I'll cease to game, till fairer ground be giv'n ; 
Nor wish to win, until the mark be Heav'n. 



56 EMBLE.MS. BOOK 1. 

S. Bernard^ Lib. de Consid. 
O you sons of Adam, you covetous generations, 
what have ye to do with earthly riches, which 
are neither true, nor yours ; gold and silver are 
real earth, red and white, which only the error of 
man makes, or rather reputes, precious : In short, 
if they be yours, carry them with you. 

S. HiERos. in Ep. 

O lust, thou infernal fire, whose fuel is glut-, 
tony ; whose flame is pride ; whose sparkles are 
wanton words; whose smoke is infamy; whose 
ashes are uncleanness: whose end is hell. 



Epig, 10. 

Mammon, well foUow'd ? Cupid, bravely led ; 
Both touchers ; equal fortune makes a dead ; 
No reed can measure where the conquest lies ; 
Take my advice; compound, and share the prize. 



57 



11. 




Mundus in exilium ruit. 



EPHES. II. 2. 

Ye walked according to the course of this worlds 
according to the prince of the air. 

O WHITHER will this mad-brain world at last 
Be driven? Where will her restless wheels arrive ? 

Why hurries on her ill-match'd pair so fast? 
O whither means her furious groom to drive? 



58 EMBLEMS. BOOK 1. 

What, will her rambling fits be never past? 
For ever ranging? Never once retrieve? 

Will earth's perpetual progress ne'er expire? 

Her team continuing in their fresh career : 
And yet they never rest, and yet they never tire. 

Sol's hot-mouth'd steeds, whose nostrils vomit flame. 

And brazen lungs belch forth quotidian fire, 
Their twelve hours task perform'd, grow stiff and 
lame, 
And their immortal spirits faint and tire : 
At th' azure mountain's foot their labours claim 
The privilege of rest, where they retire 

To quench their burning fetlocks, and go steep 
Their flaming nostrils in the western deep. 
And 'fresh their tired souls with strength-restoring 
sleep. 

But these prodigious hackneys, basely got 

'Twixt men and devils, made for race or flight, 
Can drag the idle world, expecting not 

The bed of rest, but travel with delight ; 
Who never weighing way nor weather, trot 
Thro' dust and dirt, and droil both night and day ; 
Thus droil these fiends incarnate, whose free 

pains 
A.re fed with dropsies and veneral blains. 
Xo need to use the whip ; but strength to rule the 
reins. 



BOOK 1. EMBLEMS. 59 

Poor captive world; How has thy lightness giv'n 

A just occasion to thy foes illusion ! 
O, how art thou betray'd, thus fairly driv'n 

In seeming triumph to thy own confusion ! 
How is thy empty universe bereav'n 

Of all true joys, by one false joy's delusion ! 
So I have seen an unblown virgin fed 
With sugar'd words so full, that she is led 
A fair attended bride to a false bankrupt's bed. 

Pull, gracious Lord! Let not thine arm forsake 
The world, impounded in her own devices : 
Think of that pleasure that thou once didst take 

Amongst the lilies and sweet beds of spices. 

Hale strongly, thou whose hand has pow'r to slack 

The swift-foot fury of ten thousand vices : 

Let not thy dust-devouring dragon boast, 

His craft has won what Judah's lion lost; 

Remember what is crav'd; recount the price it cost. 



60 EMBLEMS. BOOK 1. 

IsiDOR. Lib. i. de Summo Bono. 
By how much the nearer Satan perceiveth the 
world to an end, by so much the more fiercely he 
troubleth it with persecution ; that, knowing him- 
self is to be damned, he may get company in his 
damnation. 

Cyprus, in Ep. 
Broad and spacious is the road to infernal life ; 
there are enticements and death-bringing plea- 
sures. There the devil flattereth, that he may de- 
ceive; smileth, that he may endamage ; allureth, 
that he may destroy. 



Epig. 11. 
Nay, soft and fair, good world ; post not too fast j 
Thy journey's end requires not half this haste. 
Unless that arm thou so disdain'st, reprives thee, 
Alas! thou needs must go, the devil drives thee. 




61 



hwjiem me cupiajtctt. 



ISAIAH LXVI. 11. 

Ye may suck, but not be satisfied with the breast of 
her consolation. 

What, never fill'd? Be thy lips screw'd so fast 

To th' earth's full breast? for shame, for shame 

miseize thee; 

Thou tak'st a surfeit where thou should'st but taste, 

And mak'st too much not half enough to please 

thee. 



62 EMBLEMS. BOOK 1. 

Ah, fool, forbear; thou swallowest at one 
breath 
Both food and poison down ! thou draw'st both 
milk and death. 

The ub'rous breasts, when fairly drawn, repast 

The thriving infant with their milky flood. 
But being overstrain'd, return at last 
Unwholesome gulps compos'dof wind and blood. 
A mod'rate use does both repast and please ; 
Who strains beyond a mean, draws in and gulps 
disease. 

But, O that mean, whose good the least abuse 
Makes bad, is too, too hard to be directed : 
Can thorns bring grapes, or crabs a pleasing juice? 
There's nothing wholesome, where the whole's 
infected. 
Unseize thy lips : earth's milk's a ripened core, 
That drops from her disease, that matters from 
her sore. 

Think'st thou that paunch, thatburlies out thy coat, 

Is thriving fat; or flesh, that seems so brawny? 

Thy paunch is dropsied and thy cheeks are bloat ; 

Thy lips are white, and thy complexion tawny ; 

Thy skin's a bladder blown with wat'iy 

tumours ; 

Thy flesh a trembling bog, a quagmire full of 

humours. 



BOOK 1. EMBLEMS. 63 

And thou, whose thriveless hands are ever straining 

Earth's fluent breasts into an empty sieve, 
That always hast, yet always art complaining, 
And whin'st for more than earth has pow'r to 
give; 
Whose treasure flows and flees away as fast ; 
That ever hast, and hast, yethastnot what thou hast. 

Go choose a substance, fool, that will remain 
Within the limits of thy leaking measure ; 

Or else go seek an urn that will retain 
The liquid body of thy slipp'ry treasure ; 
Alas! how poorly are thy labours crown'd! 

Thy liquor's never sweet, nor yet thy vessel sound. 

What less than fool is man to prog and plot, 

And lavish out the cream of all his care. 
To gain poor seeming goods; which, being got. 
Make firm possession but a thoroughfare ; 
Or, if they stay, they furrow thoughts the 
deeper ; 
And, being kept w ith care, they lose their careful 
keeper. 



64 EMBLEMS. BOOK 1. 

S. Greg. Horn. iii. secund. Parte Ezech. 
If we give more to the flesh than we ought, w^ 
nourish an enemy; if we give not to hernecessit] 
what we ought, we destroy a citizen: the flesh 
to be satisfied so far as suffices to our good ; wh( 
soever alio we th so much to her as to make her' 
proud, knoweth not how to be satisfied: to be 
satisfied is a great art; lest, by the satiety of the 
flesh, we break forth into the iniquity of her folly. 

Hugo de Anima. 
The heart is a small thing, but desireth great 
matters. It is not sufficient for a kite's dinner, 
vet the whole world is not sufficient for it. 



EpiG. 12. 
What makes thee, fool, so fat? Fool, thee so bare: 
Ye suck the self same milk, the self same air : 
No mean betwixt all paunch, and skin and boner 
The mean's a virtue, and the world has none. 



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65 



13. 




Da mihifrena timor; Da mild calcar amor, 
JOHN III. 19. 

Men love darkness rather than light, because their 
deeds are evil. 

Jljord, when we leave the world and come to thee, 

How dull, how slug are we! 
How backward! How prepost'roiis is the motion 

Of our ungain devotion! 

E 



66 EMBLEMS. BOOK 1. 

Our thoughts are millstones, and our souls are lead, 

And our desires are dead : 
Our vows are fairly promis'd, faintly paid ; 

Or broken, or not made : 
Our better work (if any good) attends 

Upon our private ends : 
In whose performance one poor worldly scoff 

Foils us, or beats us off. 
If thy sharp scourge find out some secret fault, 

We grumble or revolt; 
And if thy gentle hand forbear, we stray, 

Or idly lose the way. 
Is the road fair, we loiter; clogg'd with mire, 

We stick, or else retire :' 
A lamb appears a lion ; and we fear. 

Each bush we see's a bear, 
AVhen our dull souls direct our thoughts to thee. 

As slow as snails are we ; 
But at the earth we dart our wing'd desire; 

We burn, we burn like fire. 
Like as the am'rous needle joys to bend 

To her magnetic friend : 
Or as the greedy lover's eye-balls fly 

At his fair mistress' eye : 
So, so we cling to earth ; we fly and puff. 

Yet fly not fast enough. 
If pleasure beckon with her balmy hand, 
Her beck's a strong command : 
If honour calls us with her courtly breatli, 
An hour's delay is death : 



BOOK 1. EMBLEMS. 67 

If profit's golden finger'd charm enveigles, 

We clip more swift than eagles : 
Let Auster weep, or blust'ring Boreas roar 

Till eyes or lungs be sore : 
Let Neptune swell, until his dropsy sides 

Burst into broken tides : 
Nor threat'ning rocks, nor winds, nor waves, nor 

Can curb our fierce desire : [fii^j 

Nor fire, nor rocks, can stop our furious minds. 

Nor waves, nor winds : 
How fast and fearless do our footsteps flee ! 
The lightfoot roebuck's not so swift as we. 



G8 EWBLE?4S. BOOK 1. 

S. August, sup. Psal. Ixiv. 

Two several lovers built two several cities ; the 

love of God buildeth a Jerusalem ; the love of the 

world buildeth a Babylon : Let every one inquire 

of himself what he loveth, and he shall resolve 



S". August. Lib. iii. Cor\fess. 
All things are driven by their own weight, and 
tend to their own centre; my weight is my love; 
by that I am driven whithersoever I am driven. 

Ibidein. 
Lord, he loveth thee the less, that loveth any 
thing with thee, which he loveth not for thee. 



Epig. 13. 
Lord, scourge my ass, if she should make no 

haste, 
And curb my stag, if he should fly too fast : 
If he be over swift, or she prove idle, 
Let love lend her a spur ; fear, him a bridle. 



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EMBLEMS. 



69 



14. 




Phospheie redde diem. 



PSALM XIII. 3. 

Lighten mine eyes, O Lord, lest I sleep the sleep 
of death. 

\> iLL'T ne'er be morning? Will that promis'd light 
Ne'er break, and clear those clouds of night? 
Sweet Phosphor, bring the day, 
Whose conqu'ring ray [day. 

May chase these fogs; sweet Phosphor, bring the 



70 EMBLEMS. BOOK 1. 

How long! How long shall these benighted eyes 

Languish in shades, like feeble flies 
Expecting spring? How long shall darkness soil 

The face of earth, and thus beguile 
Our souls of sprightful action ? When, when will day 

Begin to dawn, whose new-born ray 
May gild the weathercocks of our devotion, 

And give our unsoul'd souls new motion? 
Sweet Phosphor, bring the day; 
Thy light will fray 
These horrid mists ; sweet Phosphor, bring the day . 

Let those have night, that slily love t' immure 

Their cloister'd crimes, and sin secure; 
Let those have night, that blush to let men know 

The baseness they ne'er blush to do ; 
Let those have night, that love to have a nap. 

And loll in ignorance's lap; 
Let those, whose eyes, like owls, abhor the light, 

Let those have night, that love the night: 
Sweet Phosphor, bring the day ; 
How sad delay 
Afflicts dull hopes! sweet Phosphor, bring the day. 

Alas ! my light in vain expecting eyes 

Can find no objects, but what rise 
From this poor mortal blaze, a dying spark 

Of Vulcan's forge, whose flames are dark, 
A dang'rous, dull blue-burning light, 

As melancholy as the night : 



BOOK 1. EMBLEMS. 71 

Here's all the suns that glister in the sphere 
Of earth: Ah me! what comfort's here? 
Sweet Phosphor, bring the day; 
Haste, haste away 
Heav'n's loit'ring lamp; sweet Phosphor, bring 
the day. 

Blow, Ignorance : O thou, whose idle knee 

Rocks earth into a lethargy. 
And with thy sooty fingers has benight 

The world's fair cheeks, blow, blow thy spite ; 
Since thou hast puft our greater taper; do 

PufF on, and out the lesser too ; 
If e'er that breath-exiled flame return. 
Thou hast not blown, as it will burn: 
Sweet Phosphor, bring the day : 
Light will repay 
The wrongs of night ; sweet Phosphor, bring the 
day. 



72 EMBLEMS. BOOK 1. 

S. August, in J oh. Ser. xix. 
God is all to thee: If thou be hungry, he is 
bread; if thirsty, he is water; if darkness, he is 
light; if naked, he is a robe of immortality. 

Alan US de Conq. Nat. 
God is a light that is never darkened ; an un- 
wearied life that cannot die; a fountain always 
flowing; a garden of life; a seminary of wisdom; 
a radical beginning of all goodness. 



EpiG. 14. 
My soul, if ignorance puff out this light, 
She'll do a favour that intends a spite: 
It seems dark abroad ; but take this light away. 
Thy windows will discover break of day. 



BOOK 1 




73 



Debilitate fides Terras: Astnea reliquit. 
REV. XII. 12. 

The devil is come unto you, having great ivrath, be- 
cause he knoweth that he hath but a short time. 

i^oRB, canst thou see and suffer? Is thy hand 
Still bound to th' peace? Shall earth's black 
monarch take 

A full possession of thy wasted land? 

O, will thy slumb'ring vengeance never wake, 



74 EMBLEMS. BOOK 1. 

Till full ag'd law-resisting custom shake 
The pillars of thy right by false command? 
Unlock thy clouds, great Thund'rer, and come 

down; 
Behold whose temples wear thy sacred crown ; 
Redress, redress our wrongs; revenge, revenge 
thy own. 

See how the bold usurper mounts the seat 
Of royal majesty ; how overstrowing 

Perils with pleasure, pointing ev'ry threat 
With bugbear death, by torments over-awing 
Thy frighted subjects ; or by favours drawing 

Their tempted hearts to his unjust retreat; 
Lord, canst thou be so mild, and he so bold? 
Or can thy flocks be thriving, when the fold 

Is govern'd by the fox? Lord, canst thou see 
and hold? 

That swift-wiug'd advocate, that did commence 
Our welcome suits before the King of kings, 

That sweet ambassador, that hurries hence 

What airs th' harmonious soul or sighs or sings. 
See how she flutters with her idle wings; 

Her wings are dipt, and eyes put out by sense ; 
Sense-conquering faith is now grown blind and 

cold 
And basely craven'd, that in times of old 

Did conquer Heav'n itself, do what th' Almighty 
could. 



BOOK 1. EMBLEMS. 75 

Behold, how double fraud does scourge and tear 

Astraea's wounded sides, plough'd up, and rent 
With knotted cords, whose fury has no ear ; 

See how she stands a pris'ner to be sent 

A slave into eternal banishment, 
I know not whither, O, I know not where : 

Her patent must be cancel'd in disgrace ; 

And sweet-lip'd fraud, with her divided face, 
Must act Astraea's part, must take Astraea's place. 

Faith's pinion's dipt ! and fair Astraea gone ! 

Quick seeing Faith now blind, and Justice see : 
Has Justice now found wings? And has Faith none? 

What do we here? Who would not wish to be 

Dissolv'd from earth, and with Astraea flee 
From this blind dungeon to that sun-bright throne ? 

Lord, is thy sceptre lost, or laid aside? 

Is hell broke loose, and all her fiends unty'd? 
Lord, rise, and rouse, and rule, and crush their 
furious pride. 



76 EMBLEMS. EOOK 1. 

Peter Raf. in Matth. 
The devil is the author of evil, the fountain of 
wickedness, the adversary of the truth, the cor- 
rupter of the world, man's perpetual enemy ; he 
planteth snares, diggcth ditches, spurreth bodies, 
he goadeth souls, he suggesteth thoughts, belcheth 
anger, exposeth virtues to hatred, maketh vices 
beloved, soweth error, nonrisheth contention, dis- 
turbeth peace, and scattereth affliction. 

Macar. 
Let us suffer with those that suffer, and be cru- 
cified with those that are crucified, that we may 
be glorified with those that are glorified. 

Sai^anar. 
If there be no enemy, nc fight j if no fight, no 
victory- if no victory, no crown. 



EpiG. 15. 
My soul, sit thou a patient looker on ; 
Judge not the play before the play is done : 
Her plot has many changes : ev'ry day 
Speaks a new scene : the last act crowns the play. 



BOOK THE SECOND. 
1. 




Sic lumir.e lumen ademptum. 
ISAIAH L. 11. 

You that icalk in the light of your own fire; and in 
the sparks that ye have kindled^ ye shall lie down 
in sorrow. 

JJo, silly Cupid, snufF and trim 

Thy false, thy feeble light. 
And make her self-consuming flames more bright j 
Methinks she burns too dim. 



78 EMBLEMS. BOOK 2. 

Is this that sprightly fire, 
Whose more than sacred beams inspire 
The ravish'd hearts of men, and so inflame desire? 

See, boy, how thy unthrifty blaze 
Consumes, how fast she wanes; 
She spends herself, and her, whose wealth maintains 
Her weak, her idle rays. 
Cannot thy lustful blast. 
Which gave it lustre, make it last? 
What heart can long be pleas'd, where pleasure 
spends so fast? 

Go, wanton, place thy pale-fac'd light 

Where never-breaking day 
Intends to visit mortals, or display 
Thy sullen shades of night : 
Thy torch will bum more clear 
In night's un-Titan'd hemisphere; 
Heaven's scornful flames and thine can never co- 
appear. 

In vain thy busy hands address 

Their labour to display 
Thy easy blaze within the verge of day; 
The greater drowns the less! 
If Heav'n's bright glory shine. 
Thy glimmering sparks must needs resign ; 
Puff" out Heav'n's glory then, or Heaven will 
work out thine. 



BOOK 2. EMBLEMS. 79 

Go, Cupid's rammish pandar, go, 

Whose dull, whose low desire 
Can find sufficient warmth from nature's tire, 
Spend borrow'd breath, and blow. 
Blow wind made strong with spite; 
When thou hast pufPd the greater light 
Thy lesser spark may shine, and warm the new- 
made night. 

Deluded mortals, tell me, when 
Your daring breath has blown 
Heav'n's taper out, and you have spent your own, 
What fire shall warm you then ? 
Ah, fools ! perpetual night 
Shall haunt your souls with Stygian fright, 
Where they shall boil in flames, but flames shall 
bring no light. 



80 EMBLEMS. BOOK 2. 

S. August. 
The sufficiency of my merit, is to know that my 
merit is not sufficient. 

S. Greg. Mor. xxv. 

By how much the less man seeth himself, by so 

much the less he tlispleaseth himself; and by how 

much the more he seeth the light of grace, by so 

much the more he disdaineth the light of nature. 

S. Greg. Mor. 
The light of the understanding, humility kin- 
dleth, and pride covereth. 



EpiG. 1. 

Thou blow'st Heav'n's fire, the whilst thou go'st 

about, 
Rebellious fool, in vain, to blow it out; 
Thy folly adds confusion to thy death ; 
Heav'n's fire confounds, when fann'd with folly's 

breath. 




81 



Donee totum expleat orbenu 
ECCLES. IV. 8. 

There is no end of all his labour; neither is his eyes 
satisfied with riches. 

O HOW our widen'd arms can over-stretch 
Their own dimensions! How our hands can reach 
Beyond their distance! How our yielding breast 
Can shrink to be more full and full possest 



82 EMBLEMS. BOOK ^. 

Of this inferior orb! How earth refin'd 
Can cling to sordid earth ! How kind to kind ! 
We gape, we grasp, we gripe, add store to store 
Enough requires too much; too much crave 

more. 
We charge our souls so sore beyond their stint, 
That we recoil or burst: the busy mint 
Of our laborious thoughts is ever going, 
And coining new desires; desires not knowing 
W^here next to pitch ; but, like the boundless ocean 
Gain, and gain ground, and grow more strong b; 

motion. 
The pale-fac'd lady of the black-ey'd night 
First tips her horned brows with easy light. 
Whose curious train of spangled nymphs attire 
Her next night's glory with increasing fire ; 
Each ev'ning adds more lustre, and adorns 
The growing beauty of her grasping horns : 
She sucks and draws her brother's golden store, 
Until her glutted orb can suck no more. 
E'en so the vulture of insatiate minds 
Still wants, and wanting seeks, and seeking finds 
New fuel to increase her rav'nous fire. 
The grave is sooner cloy'd than men's desire : 
We cross the seas, and midst her waves we burn. 
Transporting lives, perchance, that ne'er leturn; 
We sack, we ransack to the utmost sands 
Of native kingdoms, and of foreign lands; 
W^e travel sea and soil, we pry, we prowl, 
We progess, and we prog from pole to pole; 



BOOK 2. EMBLEMS. 83 

We spend our mid-day sweat, our midnight oil, 
We tire the night in thought, the day in toil: 
We make art servile, and the trade gentile, 
(Yet both corrupted with ingenious guile) 
To compass earth, and with her empty store 
To fill our arms, and grasp one handful more; 
Thus seeking rest, our labours never cease, 
But, as our years, our hot desires increase : 
Thus we, poor little worlds ! with blood and sweat, 
In vain attempt to comprehend the great; 
Thus, in our gain, become we gainful losers, 
And what's inclos'd, incloses the inclosers. 
Now, reader, close thy book, and then advise; 
Be wisely worldly, be not worldly wise ; 
Let not thy nobler thoughts be always raking 
The world's base dunghill ; vermin's took by taking : 
Take heed thou trust not the deceitful lap 
Of wanton Dalilah; the world's a trap. 



84 EMBLEMS. BOOK 2. 

Hugo de Anima. 
Tell me, where be those now, tliat so lately 
loved and hugged the world ? Nothing remaineth 
of them but dust and worms ; observe what those 
men were ; what those men are : They were like 
thee; they did eat, drink, laugh, and led merry 
days ; and in a moment slipt into hell. Here, their 
flesh is food for worms ; there their souls are fuel 
for fire, till they shall be rejoined in an unhappy 
fellowship, and cast into eternal torments; where 
they that were once companions in sin, shaill be 
hereafter partners in punishment. 



EpjG. £'. 
Gripe, Cupid, and gripe still, unto that wind, 
That's pent before, find secret vent behind : 
And when thou'st done, hark here, I tell thee 

what, 
Before I'll trust thy armful, I'll trust that. 



BOOK 2. 




85 



Nun amat isle : sed hamat amor. 



JOB XVIII. 8. 

He is cast into a net by his own feet, and walketh 
upon a snare. 

VV hat! nets and quiver too? what need there all 
These sly devices to betray poor men? 

Die they not fast enough when thousands fall 
Before thy dart? what need these engines then? 



86 EMBLEMS. BOOK 9. 

Attend they not, and answer to thy call, 

Like nightly coveys, where the list and when? 

What needs a stratagem where strength can 

sway? [gainsay? 

Or what needs strength compel where none 

Or what needs stratagem or strength, where hearts 

obey? 

Husband thy slights : it is but vain to waste 

Honey on those that will be catch'd with gall ; 
Thou canst not, ah ! thou canst not bid so fast 

As men obey: Thou art more slow to call 
Than they to come ; thou canst not make such haste 
To strike, as they, being struck, make haste to 
fall. 
Go save thy nets for that rebellious heart 
That scorns thy pow'r, and has obtain'd the art 
T' avoid thy flying shaft, to quench tliy fiery dart. 

Lost mortal! how is thy destruction sure, 

Between two bawds, and both w itliout remorse ! 
The ones a line, the other is a liye; 

This to entice thy soul; that to enforce? 
Waylaid by both, how canst thou stand secure? 
That draws ; this wooes thee to th' eternal curse. 
O charming tyrant, how hast thou befool'd 
And slav'd poor man, that would not, if he 
could. 
Avoid thy line, thy lurcj nay, could not, if he 
would. 



BOOK 2. EMBLEMS. 87 

Alas! thy sweet perfidious voice betrays 

His wanton ears with thy Sirenian baits : 
Thou wrapp'st his eyes in mists, then boldly lays 

Thy Lethal gins before their crystal gates; 
Thou lock'st up ev'ry sense with thy false keys, 
All willing pris'ners to thy close deceits : 

His ear most nimble, where it deaf should be ; 
His eye most blind, where most it ought to see ; 
And when his heart's most bound, then thinks 
himself most free. 

Thou grand impostor ! how hast thou obtain'd 

The wardship of the world? Are all men turn'd 
Idiots and lunatics? Are all retain'd 

Beneath thy servile bands? Is none return'd 
To his forgotten self? Has none regain'd 
His senses? Are their senses all adjourn'd? 
What, none dismiss'd thy court? Will no 

plump fee 
Bribe thy false fists to make a glad decree, 
T' unfool whom thou hast fool'd, and set thy 
pris'ne/sfree? 



88 EMBLEMS. BOOK 2. 

S. BERif. in Ser. 

In this world is much treachery, little triitli ; 
here all things are traps; here every thing is beset 
with snares; here souls are endangered, bodies are 
afHicted ; here all things are vanity and vexation 
of spirit. 



Epig. 3. 
Nay, Cnpid, pitch thy trammel where thou please, 
Thou canst not fail to take such fish as these. 
Thy thriving sport will ne'er be spent : no need 
To fear, when ev'ry cork's a world, thou'lt speed. 



BOOK 2. 



89 




Quam grave servitium est giwd levis esca pari:. 



HOSEA XIII. 3. 

They shall be as the chaff that is driven icith a tvhirl- 
ivind out of the floor, and as the smoke out of 
the chimney. 

r LINT-HEARTED Stoics, you, whosc marble cycs 
Contemn a wrinkle, and whose souls despise 
To follow nature's too affected fashion, 
Or travel in the regent walk of passion ; 



90 EMBLEMS. BOOK g. 

Whose rigid hearts disdain to shrink at fears, 
Or play at fast and loose, with smiles and tears; 
Come, burst your spleens with laughter to behold 
A new-found vanity, which days of old 
Ne'er knew : a vanity, that has beset 
The world, and made more slaves than Mahomet : 
That has condemn'd us to the servile yoke 
Of slavery, and made us slaves to smoke. 
But stay, why tax I thus our modern times. 
For new-born follies, and for new-born crimes ? 
Are we sole guilty, and the first age free? 
No, they were smok'd and slav'd as veil as we: 
What's sweet-lipt honour's blast, but smoke? What's 

treasure, [sure ? 

]jut very smoke ? And what more smoke than plea- 
Alas! they're all but shadows, fumes and blasts; 
That vanishes, this fades, the other wastes. 
The restless merchant, he that loves to steep 
His brains in wealth, and lays his soul to sleep 
In bags of bullion, sees th' immortal crown, 
And fain would mount, but ingots keep him down : 
He brags to-day, perchance, and begs to-morrow : 
He lent but now, wants credit now to borrow ; 
Blow, winds, the treasure's gone, the merchant's 
A slave to silver's but a slave to smoke, [broke ; 
Behold the glory-vying child of fame. 
That from deep wounds sucks such an honour'd 

name, 
That thinks no purchase worth the style of good. 
But what is sold for sweat, and seal'd with blood ; 



BOOK 2. EMBLEMS. 91 

That for a point, a blast of empty breath, 

Undaunted gazes in the face of death ; 

Whose dear-bought bubble, fill'd with vain renown, 

Breaks with a fillip, or a gen'ral's frown : 

His stroke-got honour staggers with a stroke; 

A slave to honour is a slave to smoke. 

And that fond fool, who wastes his idle days 

In loose delights, and sports about the blaze 

Of Cupid's candle; he that daily spies 

Twin babies in his mistress' Gemini's, 

Whereto his sad devotion does impart 

The sweet burnt-oflf 'ring of a bleeding heart : 

See, how his wings are sing'd in Cyprian fire, 

Whose flames consume with youth, with age expire : 

The world's a bubble; all the pleasures in it. 

Like morning vapours, vanish in a minute : 

The vapours vanish, and the bubble's broke ; 

A slave to pleasure is a slave to smoke. 

Now, Stoic, cease thy laughter, and repast 

Thy pickled cheeks with tears, and weep as fast. 



92 EMBLEMS. BOOK 2. 

S. HlERON. 

That rich man is great, who thinketh not him- 
self great because he is rich; the proud man (who 
is the poor man,) braggeth outwardly, butbeggeth 
inwardly; he is blown up, but not full. 

Petr. Rav, 
Vexation and anguish accompany riches and 
honour: the pomp of the world, and the favour 
of the people, are but smoke, and a blast suddenly 
vanishing ; which if they commonly please, com- 
monly bring repentance; and, for a minute of joy, 
they bring an age of sorrow. 



Epjg. 4. 
Cupid, thy diet's strange: it dulls, it rouses. 
It cools, it heats; it binds, and then it looses: 
Dull-sprightly, cold-hot fool, if e'er it winds tliee 
Into a looseness once, take heed, it binds thee. 




03 



you onnie quod hie micat aunim est. 
PROV. XXIII. 5. 

Wilt thou set thine eyes upon that which is not? for 
riches make themselves icirigs; theyfy away as an 
eagle. 

Jr ALSE Atorld, thou ly'st: thou canst not lend 

The least delight: 
Thy favours cannot gain a friend, 

They are so slight: 



94- EMBLEMS. BOOK 2. 

Thy morning pleasures make an end 

To please at night : 
Poor are the wants that thou supply'st; 
And yet thou vaunt'st, and yet thou vy'st 
With Heaven i fond earth, thou boast'stj false 

world, thou ly'st. 

Thy babbling tongue tells golden tales 

Of endless treasure : 
Thy bounty offers easy sales 

Of lasting pleasure ; 
Thou ask'st the conscience what she ails. 

And swear'st to ease her : 
There's none can want where thou supply'st, 
There's none can give where thou deny'st, 
Alas ! fond world, thou boast'st ; false world, thou 

ly'st. 

What well advised ear regards 

What earth can say? 
Thy words are gold, but thy rewards 

Are painted clay : 
Thy cunning can but pack the cards. 

Thou canst not play : 
Thy game at weakest, still thou vy'st; 
If seen, and then revy'd, deny'st; 
Thou art not what thou seem'st; false world, thou 

ly'st. 



ROOK 2. EMBLEMS. 95 

Thy tinsel bosom seems a mint 

Of new-coin'd treasure; 
A paradise, that has no stint, 

No change, no measure; 
A painted cask, but nothing in't, 

Nor wealth, nor pleasure : 
Vain earth! that falsely thus comply'st 
With man ; vain man, that thou rely'st 
On earth; vain man, thou doat'st; vain earth, 

thou ly'st. 

What mean dull souls, in this high measure 

To haberdash 
In earth's base wares, whose greatest treasure 

Is dross and trash ; 
The height of whose enchanting pleasure 

Is but a flash? 
Are these the goods that thou supply'st 
Us mortals with? Are these the high'st? 
Can these bring cordial peace? False world, thou 

ly'st. 



96 EMBLEMS. BOOK '>. 

Pet. Bles, 
The world is deceitful; her end is doubtful; her 
conclusion is horrible; her judge is terrible; and 
her punishment is intolerable. 

S. AvGvsT. Lib. Confess. 
The vain-glory of this world is a deceitful 
sweetness, a fruitless labour, a perpetual fear, a 
dangerous honour : her beginning is without Pro- 
vidence, and her end not without repentance. 



EpiG. 5. 
World, thou'rt a traitor; thou hast stamp'd thy 

base 
And chymic metal with great Caesar's face. 
And with thy bastard bullion thou hast barter'd 
For wares of price ; how justly drawn euid quar- 

ter'd! 



BOOK 2. EMBLEMS. 

6. 



97 




■^.'c decipit orbis. 
JOB XV. 31. 

Ld not him that is deceived trust in vanity ; for 
vanity shull be his recompence. 

JjELiEVE her not, her glass diifuses 
False portraitures : thou canst espy 

No true reflection : she abuses 
Her misinform'd beholder's eve : 



98 EMBLEMS. BOOK L. 

Her ciystal's falsely steel'd; it scatters 
Deceitful beams j believe her not, she flatters. 

This flaring mirror represents 

No right proportion, view or featuie : 

Her very fooks are compliments; 
They make thee fairer, goodlier, greater : 
The skilful gloss of her reflection 

But paints the context of thy coarse complexion. 

Were thy dimension but a stride, 
Nay, Avert thou statur'd but a span, 

Such as the long-bill'd troops defy'd, 
A very fragment of a man! 

She'll make thee Mimas, which you will, 

The Jove-slain tyrant, or th' Ionic hill. 

Had surfeits, or th' ungracious star, 
Conspir'd to make one common place 

Of all defonnities that are 
Within the volume of thy face, 

She'd lend the favour should outmove 

The Troy-bane Helen, or the queen of love. 

Were thy consum'd estate as poor 

As Laz'rus or afflicted Job's : 
She'll change thy wants to seeming store. 

And turn thy rags to purple robes ; 

She'll make thy hide-bound flank appear 
As plump as theirs that feast it all the year. 



BOOK 2. EMBLEMS. 99 

Look off, let not thy optics be 

Abus'd : thou see'st not what thou should'st : 
Thyself s the object thou should'st see, 

But 'tis thy shadow thou behold'st: 

And shadows thrive the more in stature, 
The nearer we approach tiie light of nature. 

Where Heav'n's bright beams look more direct. 
The shadow shrinks as they grow stronger. 

But when they glance their fair aspect. 
The bold-fac'd shade grows larger, longer : 
And when their lamp begins to fall, 

Th' increasing shadows lengthen most of all. 

Tile soul that seeks the noon of grace. 
Shrinks in, but swells if grace retreat. 

As Heav'n lifts up, or veils his face, 
Our self-esteems grow less or great. 
The least is greatest, and who shall 

-Appear the greatest, are the least of all. 



100 EMBLEMS. BOOK 2. 

Hugo Lib. de Anima. 
In vain he lifteth up the eye of his heart to be- 
hold his God, who is not first rightly advised to 
behold himself: First, thou must see the visible 
things of thyself, before thou canst be prepared 
to know the invisible things of God; for if thou 
canst not apprehend the things within thee, thou 
canst not comprehend the things above thee : the 
best looking-glass, wherein to see thy God, is per- 
fectly to see thyself. 



EpiG. 6. 
great fool: there is no loss 
In being small ; great bulks but swell with dross. 
Man is Heav'n's masterpiece: if it appear 
More great, the value's less ; if less, more dear. 



HOOK ? 



101 




Hie pessima, hic optima servat, 
DEUTERONOMY XXX. 19. 

/ have set before thee life and death, blessing and 
cursing; therefore choose life, that thou and thy 
seed may live. 

1 HE world's a floor, whose swelling heaps retain 
The mingled wages of the ploughman's toil ; 

The world's a heap, whose yet unwinnow'd grain 
Is lodg'd with chaff and bury'd in her soil , 



102 EMBLEMS. BOOK 2. 

All things are mixt, the useful with the vain ; 
The good with bad, the noble with the vile ; 
The world's an ark, wherein things pure and 

gross 
Present their lossful gain, and gainful loss, 
V/here ev'ry dram of gold contains a pound of dross. 

This furnish'd ark presents the greedy view 

With all that earth can give, or Heav'n can add ; 
Here lasting joys; here pleasures hourly new, 
And hourly fading, may be wish'd and had: 
All points of honour, counterfeit and true, 

Salute thy soul, and wealth both good and bad : 
Here may'st thou open \vide the two-leav'd 

door 
Of all thy wishes, to receive that store, 
Which being empty most, does overflow the more. 

Come then, my soul, approach this royal burse, 

And see what wares our great exchange retains; 
Come, come; here's that shall make a firm di- 
vorce 
Betwixt thy wants and thee, if w^ant complains ; 
No need to sit in council with thy purse, 
Here's nothing good shall cost more price than 
pains : 
But, O my soul, take heed, if thou rely 
Upon thy faithless optics, thou wilt buy 
Too blind a bargain : know, fools only trade 'by 
th' eye. 



BOOK 2. EMBLExMS. 103 

The worldly wisdom of the foolish man 
Is like a sieve, that does alone retain 
The grosser substance of the worthless bran : 

But thou, my soul, let thy brave thoughts disdain 
So course a purchase : O be thou a fan 
To purge the chaff, and keep the winnow'd 
grain : 
Make clean thy thoughts, and dress thy mixt 

desires : 
Thou art Heav'n's tasker ; and thy God re- 
quires 
The purest of thy flow'r, as well as of thy f.res. 

Let grace conduct thee to the paths of peace 

And wisdom bless the soul's unblemish'd ways ; 
No matter, then, how short or long's the lease, 

Whose date detennines thy self-number'd days : 
No need to care for wealth's or fame's increase, 
Nor Mars his palm, nor high Apollo's bays. 
Lord, if thy gracious bounty please to fill 
The floor of my desires, and teach me skill 
To dress and choose the corn, take those the chaff 
that will. 



104 EMBLEMS. BOOK 2. 

S. AvGvsT. Lib. i. de Dod. Christ i. 
Temporal things more ravisli in the expectation 
than in fruition: but things eternal, more in the 
fmition than expectation. 

Ibidem. 
The life of man is the middle between angels 
and beasts : if man takes pleasure in canial things, 
he is compared to beasts: but if he delight in 
spiritual things, he is suited with angels. 



EpiG. 10. 
Art thou a child? Thou wilt not then be fed 
But like a child, and with the children's bread; 
But thou art fed w ith chaff, or corn undrest : 
My soul, thou savoui-'st too much of the beast. 



105 




JJicc animant pueros aimbala ; at ilia viros. 
PHILIPPIANS III. 19, 20. 

Thexj mind earthly things^ but oitr conversation ts 
in heaven. 

VENUS. DIVINE CUPID. 

Ven^W HAT means this peevish babe? Whish, lul- 
laby ; 
What ails my babe, what ails my babe to cry ? 
Will nothing still it? Will it neither be 
Pleas'd with the nurse's breast, nor mother's knee ? 



106 EMBLEMS. BOOK 2. 

What ails my bird ? What moves my frow ard boy 
To make such whimp'ring faces? Peace, my joy : 
Will nothing do? Come, come, this peevish brat. 
Thus cry and brawl, and cannot tell for what? 
Come, buss and friends; my lamb; whish lullaby ; 
What ails my babe, what ails my babe to cry? 
Peace, peace, my dear; alas! thy early years 
Had never faults to merit half these tears; 
Come smile upon me : let thy mother spy 
Thy father's image in her baby's eye : 
Husband these guilty drops against the rage 
Of harder fortunes, and the gripes of age ; 
Thine eye's not ripe for tears: Whish lullaby; 
What ails my babe, my sweet-fac'd babe to cry ? 
Look, look, A\ hat's here! A dainty, golden thing: 
See how the dancing bells turn round and ring, 
To please my bantling! Here's a knack will breed 
An hundred kisses: here's a knack indeed. 
So, now my bird is white, and looks as fair 
As Pelop's shoulder, or a milk-white pair : 
Here's right the father's smile ; when Mars beguil'd 
Sick Venus of her heart, just thus he smil'd. 

Divine Cupid. 
Well may they smile alike; tliy base-bred boy 
And his base sire had both one cause, a toy: 
How well their subjects and their smiles agree ! 
Thy Cupid finds a toy, and Mars found thee : 
False queen of beauty, queen of false delights, 
Thy knee presents an emblem, that invites 



BOOK 2. EMBLEMS. 107 

Man to himself, whose self-transported heart 
(O'erwhelni'd with native sorrows, and the smart 
Of purchas'd griefs) lies whining night and day, 
Not knowing why, till heavy-heel'd delay, 
The duU-brow'd pander of despair, lays by 
His leaden buskins, and presents his eye 
AVith antic trifles, which the indulgent earth 
Makes proper objects of man's childish mirth. 
These be the coin that pass, the sweets that please ; 
There's nothing good, there's nothing great but 

these : 
These be the pipes, that base-born minds dance 

after. 
And turn immod'rate tears to lavish laughter; 
Whilst heav'nly raptures pass without regard; 
Their strings are harsh, and their high strains un- 
heard : 
The ploughman's whistle, or the trivial flute. 
Find more respect than great Apollo's lute : 
We'll look to Heav'n, and trust to higher joys; 
Let swine love husks, and children whine for toys. 



108 EMBLEMS. BOOK L^ 

S. Bern. 
That is the tnie and chief joy which is not con- 
ceived from the creature, but received from the 
Creator, which (being once possessed thereof ) none 
can take from thee : whereto all pleasure, being 
compared, is torment, all joy is grief, sweet things 
are bitter, all glory is baseness, and all delectable 
things are despicable. 

.S". BERJf. 

Joy, in a changeable subject, must necessarily 
change as the subject changeth. 



Epic. 3. 
Peace, childish Cupid, peace : thy finger'd eye 
But cries for what, in time, will make thee cry. 
But are thy peevish wranglings thus appeas'd? 
Well may'st thou cry, that art so poorly pleas'd. 



EMBLEMS. 



109 




Venturum exhorresco diem. 
ISAIAH X. 3. 

What u)ill ye do in the day of your visitation? tv 
whom will ye fiee for help? and where will yc 
leave your glory? 

Is this that jolly god, whose Cyprian bow 

Has shot so many flaming daits, 
And made so many wounded beauties go 

Sadly perplex'd with whimpiing hearts? 



IJO EMBLEMS. BOOK t. 

Is this that sov'reign deity, that brings 
The slavish world in awe, and stings 
The blund'ring souls of swains, and stops the 
hearts of kings? 

What Circaean chami, what Hecataean spite 

Has thus abus'd the god of love? 
Great Jove was vanquish'd by his greater miglit ; 
(And who is stronger arm'd than Jove?) 
Or has our hlstful god perform'd a rape, 
And (fearing Argus' eyes) would 'scape? 
The view of jealous earth, in this prodigious shape. 

Where be those rosy cheeks, that lately scom'd 

The malice of injurious fates? 
Ah! Where's that pearl port-cullis that adoru'd 
Those dainty two leav'd ruby gates? 

Where be those killing eyes that so controll'd 
The world, and locks that did infold 
Like knots of flaming wire, like curls of bur- 
nish'd gold? 

No, no, 'twas neither Hecataean spite, 
Nor charm below, nor pow'r above ; 
'Tvvas neither Circe's spell, nor Stygian sprite, 
That thus transfonn'd our god of love; 

'T was owl-ey'd lust (more potent far than they) 
Whose eyes and actions hate the day : 
Whom all the world observe, whom all the world 
obev. 



BOOK 2. EMBLEMS. Ill 

See how the latter trumpet's dreadful blast 

Atrrights stout Mars his trembling son ! 

See, how he startles ! how he stands aghast, 

And scrambles from his melting throne ! 

Hark how the direful hand of vengeance tears 

The swelt'ring clouds, whilst Heav'n appears 

A circle fiU'dwithflame, and centred with his fears. 

This is that day, whose oft report hath worn 

Neglected tongues of prophets barej 
The faithless subject of the worldling's scorn. 
The sum of men and angels' pray'r : 

This, this the day, whose all-discerning light 
Ransacks the secret dens of night, 
And severs good from bad^ true joys from false 
delight. 

You grov'ling worldlings, you, whose wisdom trades 

Where light ne'er shot his golden ray, 
That hide your actions in Cimmerian shades. 
How will your eyes endure this day ? 

Hills will bedeaf, andmountains will not hear; 
There be no caves, no corners there 
To shade your souls from fire, to shield your hearts 
from fear. 



112 EMBLEMS. BOOK C 

Hugo- 
O the extreme loathsomeness of fleshly lust, 
which not only effeminates the mind, but enervates 
the body ; which not only distaineth the soul, but 
disguiseth the person ! It is ushered with fury and 
wantonness ; it is accompanied with filthiness and 
uncleannessj and it is followed with grief and 
repentance. 



Epig. 9. 
What, sweet-fae'd Cupid, has thy bastard-treasure, 
Thy boasted honours, and thy bold-fac'd pleasure 
Perplex'd thee now ? I told thee long ago. 
To what they'd bring thee, fool, to wit, to woe. 



DOOK 2. 



113 



10. 




Tinnit ; ina)ie est. 



NAHUM II. 10. 

She is empty, and void, and waste, 

OHE's empty: hark, she sounds: there's nothing 
there 
But noise to fill thy ear; 
Thy vain inquiry can at length but find 
A blast of raurm'ring wind : 
II 



114 EMBLEMS. BOOK 2. 

It is a cask, that seems as fall as fair, 

But merely timn'd with air : 
Fond youth, go build thy hopes on better grounds : 

The soul that vainly founds 
Her joys upon this world, but feeds on empty 
sounds. 

She's empty : hark, she sounds : there's nothing in't; 

The spark-engend'ring flint 
Shall sooner melt, and hardest raunce shall first 

Dissolve, and quench thy thirst, 
E'er this false world shall still thy stormy breast 

With smooth-fac'd calms of rest. 
Thou may'st as well expect meridian light 

From shades of black-mouth'd night, 
As in this empty world to find a full delight. 

She's empty : hark, she sounds : 'tis void and vast ; 

What if some flatt'ring blast 
Of flatuous honour should perchance be there, 

And whisper in thine ear? 
It is but wind, and blows but where it list, 

And vanisheth like mist. 
Poor honour earth can give! What gen'rous mind 

Would be so base to bind 
Her heav'n-bred soul a slave to serve a blast of 
wind? 

She's empty : hark, she sounds : 'tis but a ball 
For fools to play withal : 



BOOK a. EMBLEMS. Il5 

The painted film but of a stronger bubble, 
That's lin'd with silken trouble: 

It is a world, whose work and recreation 
Is vanity and vexation ; 

A hag, repair'd with vice-complexion'd paint, 
A quest-house of complaint ; 

It is a saint, a fiend^ a worse fiend, when most a 
saint. 

She's empty : hark, she sounds : 'tis vain and void ; 

What's here to be enjoy'd 
But grief and sickness, and large bills of sorrow. 

Drawn now, and cross'd to-morrow? 
Or what are men, but puffs of dying breath, 

Reviv'd with living death? 
Fond lad, O build thy hopes on surer grounds 

Than what dull flesh propounds ; 
Tnist not this hollow world j she's empty: hark, 
she sounds. 



116 EMBLEMS. BOOK 2. 

S. Chrys. in Ep. ad Heb. 
Contemn riches, and thou shalt be rich; con- 
temn glory, and thou shalt be glorious; contemn 
injuries, and thou shalt be a conqueror; contemn 
rest, and thou shalt gain rest; contemn earth, and 
thou shalt find Heaven. 

r- Hugo Lib. de Vanit. Mundi, 

I Tlie world is a vanity which afFordeth neither 
\ beauty to the amorous, nor reward to the labo- 
I rious, nor encouragement to the industrious. 



Epic. 10. 
This house is to be let for life or years ; 
Her rent is sorrow, and her income tears : 
Cupid, 't has long stood void; her bills make known, 
She must be dearly let, or let alone. 



I 




Erras hac ilur adUlain, 



MATT. VII. 14. 

'Narrow is the way that leadelh unto lifcj and few 
there he that find it. 

A repost'rous fool, thou troul'st amiss; 
Thou err'st; that's not the way, 'tis this: 
Tliy hopes, instructed by thine eye, 
Make thee appear more near than I ; 



118 EMBLEMS. BOOK 

My floor is not so flat, so fine, 
And has more obvious rubs than thine : 
'Tis true J my way is hard and strait, 
And leads me through a thorny gate : 
Whose rankling pricks are sharp and fell ; 
The common way to Heav'n's by hell. 
^Tis true ; thy path is short and fair, 
And free from rubs : Ah ! fool, beware, 
The safest road's not always ev'n: 
The way to hell's a seeming heav'n : 
Think'st thou the crown of gloiy's had 
With idle ease, fond Cyprian lad? 
Think'st thou, that mirth, and vain delights, 
High feed, and shadow-short'ning nights. 
Soft knees, full bags, and beds of down. 
Are proper prologues to a crown? 
Or canst thou hope to come and view, 
Like prosp'rous Caesai', and subdue ? 
The bond-slave usurer will tnidge, 
In spite of gouts will turn a drudge, 
And serve his scul-condcmning purse, 
T' increase it with the widow's curse: 
And shall the crown of glory stand 
Not worth the waving of an hand? 
The fleshly wanton, to obtain 
His minute-lust, will count it gain 
To lose his freedom, his estate. 
Upon so dear, so sweet a rate; 
Shall pleasures thus be priz'd, and must 
Heav'n's palm be cheaper than a lust? 



t 



BOOK 2. EMBLEMS. 119 

The true-bred spark, to lioise his name 

Upon the waxen wings of fame, 

Will fight undaunted in a flood 

That's rais'd with brackish drops and blood. 

And shall the promis'd crown of life 

Be thought a toy, not worth a strife? 

And easy good brings easy gains ; 

But things of price are bought with pains. 

The pleasing way is not the right: 

He that would conquer Heav'n must fight. 



120 EMBLEMS. BOOK 2. 

S. HiERox. in Ep. 
No labour is hard, no time is lonff, wherein the 
glory of eternity is the mark we level at. 

S. Greg. Lib. viii. Mor. 
The valour of a just man is, to conquer the flesh, 
to contradict his own will, to quench the delights 
of this present life, to endure and love the mise- 
ries of this world for the reward of a better, to 
contemn the flatteries of prosperity, and inwardly 
to overcome the fears of adversity. 



Erie. 11. 

Cupid, if thy smoother way were right, 

1 should mistrust this crown were counterfeit 
The way's not easy where the prize is great : 
I hope no virtues, where I smell no sweat. 



BOOK 2. 



121 



12. 




In cruce stat securus amor. 



GALAT. VI. 14. 

God forbid that I should glory, save in the cross. 

Oan nothing settle my uncertain breast, 
And tix my rambling love ? 

Can my affections find out nothing best, 
But still and still remove? 

Has earth no mercy? Will no ark of rest 
Receive my restless dove? 



122 EMBLEMS. BOOK 2. 

Is there no good, than which there's nothing higher, 

To bless my full desire 
With joys that never change ; with joys that ne'er 



I wanted wealth ; and, at my dear request, 

Earth lent a quick supply ; 
I wanted mirth, to charm my sullen breast; 

And who more brisk than I ? 
I wanted fame, to glorify the rest ; 

My fame flew eagle-high ; 
My joy not fully ripe, but all decay'd. 

Wealth vanish'd like a shade ; 
My mirth began to flag, my fame began to fade. 

The world's an ocean, hurried to and fro 

With ev'ry blast of passion : 
Her lustful streams, when either ebb or flow. 

Are tides of man's vexation : 
They alter daily, and they daily grow 

The worse by alteration : 
The earth's a cask full tunn'd, yet wanting measure ; 

Her precious wine is pleasure ; 
Her yeast is honour's puff"; her lees are worldly 
treasure. 

My trust is in the cross : let beauty flag 

Her loose, her wanton sail ; 
Let count'nance-gilding honour cease to brag 

In courtly terms, and vail ; 



BOOK 2. EMBLEMS. 123 

Let ditch-bred wealth henceforth forget to wag 
Her base, though golden, tail ; 

False beauty's conquest is but real loss, 
And wealth but golden dross ; 

Best honour's but a blast: my trust is in the cross. 

My trust is in the cross ; there lies my rest ; 

My fast, my sole delight : 
Let cold-mouth'd Boreas, or the hot-mouth'd East, 

Blow till they burst with spite; 
Let earth and hell conspire their worst, their best. 

And join their twisted might; 
Let show'rs of thunderbolts dart down and 
wound me, 

And troops of fiends surround me, 
All this may well confront ; all this shall ne'er con- 
found me. 



IS'4 EMBLEMS. BOOK 2. 

S. August. 
Christ's cross is the christ-cross of all our hap- 
piness; it delivers us from all blindness of error, 
and enriches our darkness with light; it restoreth 
the troubled soul to rest; it bringeth strangers to 
God's acquaintance; it maketh remote foreigners 
near neighbours; it cutteth off discord; conclud- 
eth a league of everlasting peace ; and is the boun- 
teous author of all good. 

S. Bern, in Sei\ de Resur. 
We find glory in the cross; to us that are 
saved, it is the power of God, and the fulness of 
all virtues. 



EpiG. 12. 
I follow'd rest; rest fled and soon forsook me ; 
I ran from grief; grief ran and overtook me. 
What shall I do, lest I be too much tost? 
On worldly crosses, Lord, let me be crost. 



BOOK 2. 



125 



13. 




Post vulnera Du.mon. 



PROV. XXVI. 11. 

As a dog returneth to his vomits so a fool retumeth 
to his folly. 

vi, I am wounded! and my wounds do smart 
Beyond my patience or great Chiron's art; 
I yield, I yield the day, the palm is thine ; 
Thy bow's more true, thy shaft's more fierce than 
mine. 



126 EMBLEMS. BOOK 2. 

Hold, hold, O hold thy conqu'ring hand. What 

need 
To send more darts? the first has done the deed : 
Oft have we struggled, when our equal arms 
Shot equal shafts, inflicted equal harms j 
But this exceeds, and with her flaming head, 
Twy-fork'd with death, has struck my conscience 

dead. 
But must I die? ah me! If that were all. 
Then, then I'd stroke my bleeding wounds, and call 
This dart a cordial, and with joy endure 
These harsh ingredients, where my grief's my 

cure. 
But something whispers in my dying ear. 
There is an after-day; which day I fear. 

The slender debt to nature's quickly paid, 
Discharg'd, perchance, with greater ease than 

made; 
But if that pale-fac'd sergeant make arrest, 
Ten thousand actions would (whereof the least 
Is more than all this lower world can bail,) 
Be enter'd, and condemn me to the jail 
Of Stygian darkness, bound in red-hot chains, 
And grip'd with tortures worse than Tityan pains. 
Farewell, my vain, farewell, my loose delights ; 
Farewell, my rambling days, my rev'ling nights; 
'Twas you betray'd me first, and when ye found 
My soul at 'vantage, gave my soul the wound : 
Farewell, my bullion gods, whose sov'reign looks 
So often catch'd me with their golden hooks; 



BOOK 2. EMBLEMS. 127 

Go, seek another slave ; ye must all go ; 
I cannot serve my God and bullion too. 
Farewell, false honour; you, whose airy wings 
Did mount my soul above the thrones of kings; 
Then flatter'd me, took pet, and in disdain, 
Nipp'd my green buds-, then kick'd me down 

again : 
Farewell, my bow; farewell, my Cyprian quiver; 
Farewell, dear world, farewell, dear world, for 

ever. 
O, but this most delicious world, how sweet 
Her pleasures relish! ah! how jump they meet 
The grasping soul, and with their sprightly fire 
Revive and raise, and rouse the wrapt desire! 
For ever? O, to part so long! what, never 
Meet more? another year, and then for ever: 
Too quick resolves do resolution wrong ; 
What, part so soon, to be divorc'd so long? 
Things to be done, are long to be debated; 
Heav'n's not decay'd. Repentance is not dated. 



128 EMBLEMS. BOOK 2. 

S. August, lib. de Util. agen. Pcen. 
Go up, my soul, into the tribunal of thy con- 
science : there set thy guilty self before thyself: 
hide not thyself behind thyself, lest God bring 
thee forth before thyself. 

S. August, in Soliloq. 
In vain is that washing, where the next sin de- 
fileth: he hath ill repented, whose sins are re- 
peated : that stomach is the worse for vomiting, 
that licketh up his vomit. 

Anselm. 

God hath promised pardon to him that repent- 
eth, but he hath not promised repentance to him 
that sinueth. 



Epic. 13. 
Brain-wounded Cupid, had tliis hasty dart. 
As it has prick'd thy fancy, pierc'd thy heart, 
'T had been thy friend: O how hath it deceiv'd 

thee! 
For had this dart but kill'd, this dart had sav'd thee. 



I 




Pu\t lafisum fortius esto. 
PROV. XXIV. 16. 

A just manfalleth seven times, and riseth up again, 
but the wicked shall fall into mischief. 

Xis but a foil at best, and that's the most 

Your skill can boast : 
My slipp'ry footing fail'd me ; and you tript, 

Just as I slipt : 



130 EMBLEMS. BOOK S. 

My wanton weakness did herself betray 

With too much play : 
I was too bold; he never yet stood sure, 

That stands secure : 
Who ever trusted to his native strength, 

But fell at length? 
The title's craz'd, the tenure is not good, 
That claims by th' evidence of flesh and blood. 

Boast not thy skill ; the righteous man falls oft. 

Yet falls but soft: 
There may be dirt to mire him, but no stones 

To crush his bones : 
What if he staggers? nay, but case he be 

Foil'd on his knee? 
That very knee will bend to Heav'n, and woo 

For mercy too. 
The true-bred gamester ups afresh, and then 

Falls to't again ; 
W^hereas the leaden-hearted coward lies, 
x\nd yields his couquer'd life, or craven'd dies . 

Boast not thy conquest ; thou that ev'ry hour 

Fall'st ten times low'r; 
Nay, hast not pow'r to rise, if not, in case. 

To fall more base : 
Thou wallow'st where I slip ; and thou dost tumble 

Where I but stumble : 
Thou glory'st in thy slav'ries' dirty badges, 

And fall'st for wages : 



BOOK 2. EMBLEMS. 131 

Sour grief and sad repentance scours and clears 

My stains with tears : 
Thy falling keeps thy falling still in ure ; 
But when I slip, I stand the more secure. 

Lord, what a nothing is this little span, 

We call a man ! 
What fenny trash maintains the smoth'ring fires 

Of his desires! 
How slight and short are his resolves at longest : 

How weak at strongest ! 
Oh, if a sinner, held by that fast hand, 

Can hardly stand. 
Good God! in what a desp'rate case are they. 

That have no stay ! 
Man's state implies a necessary curse ; 
When not himself, he's madj when most himself, 
he's worse. 



132 EMBLEMS. BOOK 2. 

S. Ambros. in Ser, ad Vincula. 
Peter stood more firmly after he had lamented 
his fall than before he fell ; insomuch that he found 
more grace than he lost grace. 

S. Chrvs. in Ep. ad Heliod. Monach. 
It is no such heinous matter to fall afflicted, as, 
being down, to lie dejected. It is no danger for a 
soldier to receive a wound in battle, but, after the 
wound received, through despair of recovery, to 
refuse a remedy; for we often see wounded cham- 
pions wear the palm at last^ and, after fight, 
crowned with victory. 



EpiG. 14. 
Triumph not, Cupid, his mischance doth show 
Thy trade ; doth once, what thou dost always do : 
Brag not too soon ; has thy prevailing hand 
Foil'd liim? ah fool, th' hast taught him how to 
stand. 



BOOK 2 




133 



Putct athee; clauditur orbi. 
JER. XXXII. 40. 

I will put my fear in their hearts that they shall 
not depart from me. 

So, now the soul's sublim'd; her sour desires 
Are recalcin'd in Heav'n's well temper'd fires : 
The heart restor'd and purg'd from drossy nature, 
Now finds the freedom of a new-born creature: 



134 EMBLEMS. BOOK 2. 

It lives another life, it breathes new breath; 

It neither fears nor feels the sting of death ; 

Like as the idle vagrant (having none) 

That boldly 'dopts each house he views, his own ; 

Makes ev'ry purse his chequer; and, at pleasure, 

Walks forth, and taxes all the world, like Caesar; 

At length, by virtue of a just command, 

His sides are lent to a severer hand ; 

Whereon his pass, not fully understood, 

Is taxed in a manuscript of blood; 

Thus past from town to town; until he come 

A sore repentant to his native home : 

E'en so the rambling heart, that idly roves 

From crimes to sin, and uncontroll'd removes 

From lust to lust, when wanton flesh invites 

From old worn pleasures to new choice delights ; 

At length corrected by the filial rod 

Of his offended, but his gracious God, 

And lasli'd from sins to sighs ; and by degrees. 

From sighs to vows, from vows to bended knees ; 

From bended knees to a true pensive breast; 

From thence to torments not by tongue exprest; 

Returns; and (from his sinful self exil'd) 

Finds a glad father, he a welcome child : 

O then it lives ; O then it lives involv'd 

In secret raptures; pants to be dissolv'd: 

The royal offspring of a second birth. 

Sets ope' to Heav'n, and shuts the door to earth ; 

If love-sick Jove commanded clouds should hap 

To rain such show'rs as quicken'd Danae's lap ; 



BOOK 2. EMBLEMS. 135 

Or clogs (far kinder than their purple master,) 
Should lick his sores, he laughs, nor weeps the 

faster. 
If earth (Heav'u's rival) dart her idle ray ; 
To Heav'n, 'tis wax, and to the world, 'tis clay: 
If earth present delights, it scorns to draw, 
But, like the jet unrubb'd, disdains that straw. 
No hope deceives it, and no doubt divides it; 
No grief disturbs it, and no error guides it; 
No good contemns it, and no virtue blames it; 
No guilt condemns it, and no folly shames it; 
No sloth besots it, and no lust inthrals it; 
No scorn afflicts it, and no passion galls it : 
It is a casket of immortal life ; 
An ark of peace ; the lists of sacred strife ; 
A purer piece of endless transitory ; 
A shrine of grace, a little throne of glory : 
A heav'n-born offspring of a new-born birth ; 
An earthly heav'n; an ounce of heav'nly earth. 



136 EMBLEMS. BOOK 2. 

S. August, de Spir. ei Anima. 
O happy heart, where piety affecteth, where 
humility subjecteth, where repentance correcteth, 
where obedience directethj where perseverance 
perfecteth, where power protecteth, where devo- 
tion projecteth, where charity connecteth. 

S. Greg. 
Which way soever the heart turneth itself, (if 
carefully) it shall commonly observe, that in those 
very things we lose God, in those very things we 
shall find God : it shall find the heat of his 
power in consideration of those things, in the 
love of which things he was most cold ; and by 
what things it fell perverted, by those things it is 
raised converted. 



EpiG. 15. 
My heart! but wherefore do I call thee so? 
I have renounc'd my int'rest long ago : 
When thou wert false and fleshly, I was thine ; 
Mine w ert thou never, till thou wert not mine. 



BOOK THE THIRD, 




Lord, all my desire is before thee: and my groaning is not hid 
from thee. Psalm xxxviii. 9. 

THE ENTERTAINMENT. 

All you whose better thoughts are newly bom, 

And (rebaptiz'd with holy fire) can scorn 

The world's base trash, whose necks disdain to 

bear 
Th' imperious yoke of Satan ; whose chaste ear 



138 THE ENTERTAINMENT. BOOK 3. 

No wanton songs of Sirens can surprise 
With false delight; whose more than eagle-eyes 
Can view tlie glorious flames of gold, and gaze 
On glitt'ring beams of honour, and not daze ; 
Whose souls can spurn at pleasure, and deny 
The loose suggestions of the flesh, draw nigh : 

And you, whose am'rous, whose select desires 
Would feel the warmth of those transcendent 

fires. 
Which (like the rising sun,) put out the light 
Of Venus' star, and turn her day to night ; 
You that would love, and have your passions 

crown'd 
With greater happiness than can be found 
In your own wishes; you that would affect 
Where neither scorn, nor guile, nor disrespect 
Shall wound your tortur'd souls ; that would enjoy, 
Where neither want can pinch, nor fulness cloy, 
Nor double doubt afflicts, nor baser fear 
Unflames your courage in pursuit, draw near, 
Shake hands with earth, and let your soul respect 
Her joys no farther, than her joys reflect 
Upon her Maker's glory ; if thou swim 
In wealtli, see him in all; see all in him: 
Sink'st thou in want, and is thy small cruse spent ? 
See him in want : enjoy him in content : 
Conceiv'st him lodg'd in cross, or lost in pain ? 
In pray'r and patience find him out again: 
Make Heav'n thy mistress, let no change remove 
Thy royal heart, be fond, be sick of love : 



BOOK 3. THE ENTERTAINMENT. 139 

What, if he stop his ear, or knit his brow? 
At length he'll be as fond, as sick as thou : 
Dart up thy soul in groans: thy secret groan 
Shall pierce his ear, shall pierce his ear alone : 
Dart up thy soul in vows : thy sacred vow 
Shall find him out, where Heav'n alone shall know : 
Dart up thy souls in sighs : thy whisp'ring sigh 
Shall rouse his ears, and fear no list'ner nigh: 
Send up thy groans, thy sighs, thy closet-vow ; 
There's none, there's none shall know but Heav'n 

and thou. 
Groans fresh'd witli vows, and vows made salt 

with tears; 
Unscale his eyes, and scale his conquer'd ears : 
Shoot up the bosom shafts of thy desire, 
Feather'd with faith, and double-fork'd with fire ; 
And they will hit: fear not, where Heav'n bids 

come, 

never 

dumb. 




ISAIAH XXVI. 9. 

3Iy soul hath desired thee in the night. 

(jrooD God! what horrid darkness doth surround 
My groping soul! how are my senses bound 
In utter shades, and muffled from the light, 
Lurk in the bosom of eternal night ! 
The bold-fac'd lamp of Heav'n can set and rise; 
And with his morning glory till the eyes 



142 EMBLEMS. BOOK 3. 

Of gazing mortals ; his victorious ray 

Can chase the shadows, and restore the day : 

Night's bashful empress, though she often wane. 

As oft repeats her darkness, primes again ; 

And, with her circling horns, doth re-embrace 

Her brother's wealth, and orbs her silver face. 

But ah! my sun, deep swallow'd in his fall. 

Is set, and cannot shine, nor rise at all : 

My bankrupt wain can beg nor borrow light ; 

Alas ! my darkness is perpetual night. 

Falls have their risings, wanings have their primes, 

And desp'rate sorrows wait their better times: 

Ebbs have their floods, and autumns have their 

springs : 
All states have changes hurried with the swings 
Of chance and time, still riding to and fro : 
Terrestrial bodies, and celestial too. 
How often have I vainly grop'd about, 
With lengthen'd arms to find a passage out. 
That I might catch those beams mine eye desires, 
And bathe my soul in those celestial fires! 
Like as the haggard, cloister'd in her mew, 
To scour her downy robes, and to renew 
Her broken flags, preparing t' overlook 
The tim'rous mallard at the sliding brook. 
Jets oft from perch to perch; from stock to 

ground ; 
From ground to window; thus surveying round 
Her dove-befcathei-'d prison, till at length 
(Calling her noble birth to mind, and strength 



BOOK J. EMBLEMS. 143 

Whereto her wing was born) her ragged beak 

Nips off her jangling jesses, strives to break 

Her gingling fetters, and begins to bate 

At ev'ry glimpse, and darts at ev'ry grate : 

E'en so my weary soul, that long has been 

An inmate in this tenement of sin, 

Lock'd up by cloud-brow'd error, which invites 

My cloister'd thoughts to feed on black delights, 

Now scorns her shadows, and begins to dart 

Her wing'd desires at thee, that only art 

The sun she seeks, whose rising beams can fright 

These dusky clouds that make so dark a night: 

Shine forth, great glory, shine; that I may see 

Both how to loath myself, and honour thee: 

But if my weakness force thee to deny 

Thy flames, yet lend the twilight of thine eye : 

If I must want those beams I wish, yet grant 

That I, at least, may wish those beams I want. 



144 EMBLEMS. BOOK 3. 

.S'. AvGvsT. Soliloqu. Cap. xxxiii. 

There was a great dark cloud of vanity before 
mine eyes, so that I could not see the sun of jus- 
tice and the light of truth: I being the son of 
darkness, was involved in darkness: I loved my 
darkness, because I knew not thy light: I was 
blind, and loved my blindness, and did walk from 
darkness to darkness: but. Lord, thou art my 
God, who hast led me from darkness and the sha- 
dow of death; hast called me into this glorious 
light, and behold, I see. 



Epjg. 1. 
My soul, cheer up; what if the night be long? 
Heav'n finds an ear when sinners find a tongue ; 
Thy tears are morning show'rs : Heav'n bids me 

say, 
When Peter's cock begins to crow, 'tis day. 



145 



2. 




PSALM LXIX. 5. 

O Lord, thou knoivest my foolishness, and my sins 
are not hid from thee. 

OEE'sT thou this fulsome idiot: in what measure 
He seems transported with the antic pleasure 
Of childish baubles? Canst thou but admire 
The empty fulness of his vain desire ? 

K 



146 EMBLEMS. BOOK 3. 

Canst thou conceive such poor delights as these 
Can fill th' insatiate soul of man, or please 
The fond aspect of his deluded eye? 
Reader, such very fools art thou and I : 
False puffs of honour; the deceitful streams 
Of veealth ; the idle, vain, and empty dreams 
Of pleasure, are our traffic, and ensnare 
Our souls, the threefold subject of our care; 
We toil for trash, we barter solid joys 
For airy trifles, sell our Heav'n for toys : 
We catch at barley-grains, whilst pearls stand by 
Despis'd; such very fools art thou and I. 
Aim'st thou at honour? does not the idiot shake it 
In his left hand? fond man, step forth and take it : 
Or vvould'st thou wealth? see now the fool presents 

thee 
With a full basket, if such wealth contents thee : 
Would'st thou take pleasure? if the fool unstride 
His prancing stallion, thou may'st up, and ride : 
Fond man, such is the pleasure, wealth, and 

honour. 
The earth affords such fools as doat upon her ; 
Such is the game whereat eartli's idiots fly; 
Such idiots, ah! such fools art thou and I: 
Had rebel man's fool-hardiness extended 
No farther than himself, and there had endeJ, 
It had been just; but thus enrag'd to fly 
Upon th' eternal eyes of Majesty, 
And drag the Son of Glory from the breast 
Of his indulgent Fatlier; to arrest 



BOOK 3. EMBLEMS. 147 

His great and sacred person ; in disgrace 
To spit and spawl upon his sun-bright face; 
To taunt him witli base terms, and, being bound. 
To scourge his soft, his trembling sides ; to wound 
His head with thorns ; his heart with human fears ; 
His hands with nails, and his pale flank with spears ; 
And then to paddle in the purer stream 
Of his spilt blood, is more than most extreme : 
Great Builder of Mankind, canst thou propound 
All this to thy bright eyes, and not confound 
Thy handy work ? O ! canst thou choose but see. 
That mad'sttheeye? can aught be hid from thee? 
Thou seest our persons, Lord, and not our guilt ; 
Thou seest not what thou may'st, but what thou 

wilt: 
The hand that form'd us is enforc'd to be 
A screen set up betwixt thy work and thee: 
Look, look upon that hand, and thou shalt spy 
An open wound, a thoroughfare for thine eye; 
Or if that wound be clos'd, that passage be 
Deny'd between thy gracious eye and me, 
Yet view the scar; that scar will countermand 
Thy wrath : O read my fortune in thy hand. 



148 E3IBJ,EMS. BOOK 3. 

S. Chrys. Horn. iv. in Joan. 
Fools seem to abound in wealth, when they 
want all things; they seem to enjoy happiness, 
when indeed they are only most miserable ; nei- 
ther do they understand that they are deluded by 
their fancy, till they be delivered from their folly. 

S. Greg, in 3Ior. 
By so much the more are we in\\ ardly foolish, 
by how much we strive to seem outwardly wise. 



EpiG. 2. 
Rebellious fool, what has thy folly done? 
Controll'd thy God, and crucify'd his Son? 
How sweetly has the Lord of life deceiv'd thee! 
Thou shedd'st his blood, and that shed blood has 
sav'd thee. 



EMBLE3IS. 



119 




PSALM VI. 2. 

Have mercy, Lord, upon me, for I am weak; O 
Lord, heal me, for my bones are vexed. 

SOUL. JESUS. 

Soul. Ah\ Son of David, help. Jes.AVhat sinful cry 
Implores the son of David ? Soul. It is I. 
Jes. Who art thou ? Soul. Oh ! a deeply wounded 
breast 
That's heavy laden, and would fain have rest. 



IjO emblems. book 3. 

Jes. I have no scraps, and dogs must not be fed, 
Like household children, with the children's bread. 

Soul. True, Lord; yet tolerate a hungry whelp 
To lick their crumbs : O Son of David, help. 

Jes. Poor soul, what ail'st thou? Soul. O I 
burp, I fry, 
I cannot rest, I know not where to fly, 
To find some ease; I turn my blubber'd face 
From man to man ; I roll from place to place 
T' avoid my tortures, to obtain relief. 
But still am dogg'd and haunted with my grief: 
My midnight tonnents call the sluggish light. 
And, when the morning's come, they woo the night. 

Jes. Surcease thy tears, and speak thy free desires. 

Soul. Quench, quench my flames, and 'suage 
those scorching fires. 

Jes. Canst thou believe my hand can cure thy 
grief? 

Soul. Lord, I believe; Lord, help my unbelief. 

Jes. Hold forth thine arm, and let my fingers try 
Thy pulse; where, chiefly, doth thy torment lie? 

Soul. From head to foot ; it reigns in ev'ry part, 
But plays the self-law'd tyrant in my heart. 

Jes. Canst thou digest, canst relish wholesome 
food? [good: 

How stands thy taste? Soul. To notliing that is 
All sinful trash, and earth's unsav'ry stuff 
I can digest, and relish well enough. 

Jes. Is not thy blood as cold as hot, by turns? 

Soul. Cold to what's good; to what is bad it burns. 



BOOK 3. EM15LEMS. I'il 

Jes. How old's thy grief? Soul. I took it at the fall 
With eating fruit. Jes. 'Tis epidemical : 
Thy blood's infected, and the infection sprung 
From a bad liver; 'tis a fever strong 
And full of death, unless with present speed 
A vein be open'd: thou must die, or bleed. 

Soul. 01 am faint and spent: that lance that shall 
Let forth my blood, lets forth my life withal: 
My soul wants cordials, and has greater need 
Of blood, than (being spent so far) to bleed: 
I faint already; if I bleed, I die. 

Jes. 'Tis either you must bleed, sick soul, or I: 
My blood's a cordial. He that sucks my veins. 
Shall cleanse his own, and conquer greater pains 
Than these : cheer up ; this precious blood of mine 
Shall cure thy grief; my heart shall bleed for thine. 
Believe, and view me with a faithful ^ye, 
Thy soul shall neither languish, bleed, nor die. 



52 



S. August. Lib. x. Confess. 
Lord, be merciful unto me! ah me! behold, I 
hide not my wounds : thou art a physician, and I 
am sick J thou art merciful, and I am miserable. 

S. Greg, in Pastoral. 
O wisdom, with how sweet an art doth thy 
wine and oil restore health to my healthless soul ! 
How powerfully merciful, how mercifully powerful 
art thou! Powerful for me, merciful to me ! 



Epjg. 3. 
Canst ttiou be sick, and such a doctor by? 
Thou canst not live, unless thy doctor die : 
Strange kind of grief, that finds no med'cinc good 
To 'suage her pains, but the Physician's blood ! 



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E3IBLEIV1S. 



153 



4. 




PSALM XXV. 18. 

Look upon my affliction and my pain, and forgive 
all my sins. 

JJOTH work and strokes? both lash and labour too? 
What more could Edom, or proud Ashur do ? 
Stripes after stripes; and blows succeeding blows! 
Lord, has thy scourge no mercy, and my woes 



154 EMELEMS. BOOK 3. 

No end? my pains no ease? no intermission? 

Is this the state, is this the sad condition 

Of those that trust thee? will thy goodness please 

T' allow no other favours? none but these? 

Will not the rhet'ric of my torments move? 

Are these the symptoms, these the signs of love? 

Is't not enough, enough that I fulfil 

The toilsome task of thy laborious will? 

May not this labour expiate and purge 

My sin, without the addition of a scourge? 

Look on my cloudy brow, how fast it rains 

Sad show'rs of sweat, the fruits of fruitless 

pains : 
Behold these ridges, see what purple furrows 
Thy plough has made ; O think upon those sorrows 
That once were thine; O wilt thou not be woo'd 
To mercy, by the charms of sweat and blood ? 
Canst thou forget that drowsy mount, wherein 
Thy dull disciples slept? was not my sin 
There punish'd in thy soul ? did not this brow 
Then sweat in thine? were not these drops enow? 
Remember Golgotha, where that spring-tide 
O'erflow'd thy sov'reign, sacramental side : 
There was no sin, there was no guilt in thee, 
That caus'd those pains; thou sweat'st, thou 

bledd'st for me. 
Was there not blood enough, when one small drop 
Had pow'r to ransom thousand worlds, and stop 
The mouth of justice? Lord, I bled before 
In thy deep wounds; can justice challenge more? 



BOOK 3. EMBLEMS. Xbo 

Or dost thou vainly labour to hedge in 
Thy losses from my sides? my blood is thin, 
And thy free bounty scorns such easy thrift ; 
No, no, thy blood came not as loan, but gift. 
But must I ever grind? and must I earn 
Nothing but stripes? O wilt thou disaltern 
The rest thou gav'st ? hast thou perus'd the curse 
Thou laid'st on Adam's fall, and made it worse? 
Canst thou repent of mercy? Heav'n thought good 
Lost man should feed in sweat; not work in blood : 
Why dost thou wound th' already wounded breast ? 
Ah me ! my life is but a pain at best : 
I am but dying dust: my day's a span; 
What pleasure tak'st thou in the blood of man ? 
Spare, spare thy scourge, and be not so austere : 
Send fewer strokes, or lend more strength to bear. 



156 EMBLEMS. BOOK 3. 

S. Bern. Horn. Ixxxi. in Cant. 
Miserable man ! who shall deliver me from the 
reproach of this shameful bondage? I am a mise- 
rable man, but a free man ; free, because a man ; 
miserable, because a servant: in regard of my 
bondage, miserable ; in regard of my will, inex- 
cusable : for my will, that w as free, beslaved itself 
to sin, by assenting to sinj for he that committeth 
sin. 



EpiG. 4. 
Tax not thy God : thine own defaults did urge 
This two-fold punishment : the mill, the scourge. 
Thy sin's the author of thy self-tormenting: 
Thou grind'st for sinning; scourg'd for not re- 
penting. 



BOOK 3. EMBLEMS. 



157 



O. 




JOB X. 9. 

Remember^ I beseech thee, that thou hast made me as 
the clay; anJ wilt thou bring me into dust again? 

1 HLS from the bosom of the new-made earth 
Poor man was dclv'd, and had his unborn birth; 
The same the stuff, the self-same hand doth trim 
The plant that fades, the beast that dies, and him : 



1.58 EMBLEMS. EOOK 3. 

One was their sire, one was their common mother, 
Plants are his sisters, and the beast his brother, 
The elder too ; beasts draw the self-same breath, 
Wax old alike, and die the self-same death : 
Plants grow as he, with fairer robes array'd ; 
Alike they flourish, and alike they fade : 
The beast in sense exceeds him, and, in growth. 
The three-ag'd oak doth thrice exceed them both. 
Why look'st thou then so big, thou little span 
Of earth; what art thou more in being man? 
I, but my great Creator did inspire 
My chosen earth, with the diviner fire 
Of reason; gave me judgment and a will; 
That, to know good ; this, to choose good from ill : 
He puts the reins of pow'r in my free hand, 
A jurisdiction over sea and land ; 
He gave me art to lengthen out my span 
Of life, and made me all, in being man : 
I, but thy passion has committed treason 
Against the sacred person of thy reason : 
Thy judgment is corrupt, perverse thy will; 
That knows no good, and this makes choice of ill : 
The greater height sends down the deeper fall ; 
And good declin'd, turns bad, turns worst of all. 
Say then, proud inch of living earth, what can 
Thy greatness claim the more in being man ? 
O ! but my soul transcends the pitch of nature, 
Borne up by th' image of her high Creator; 
Out-braves the life of reason, and bears down 
Her waxen winss, kicks off her brazen crown. 



BOOK 3. EMBLEMS. 159 

My heart's a living temple t' entertain 
The King of Glory, and his glorious train : 
How can I mend my title then? where can 
Ambition find a higher style than man? 
Ah ! but that image is defac'd and soil'd; 
Her temple's raz'd, her altar's all defil'd; 
Her vessels are polluted and distain'd 
With loathed lust, her ornaments profan'd; 
Her oil-forsaken lamps and hoUow'd tapers 
Put out; her incense breathes unsav'ry vapours: 
Why swell'st thou then so big, thou little span 
Of earth? what art thou more in being man? 
Eternal Potter, whose blest hands did lay 
My coarse foundation from a sod of clay. 
Thou know'st my slender vessel's apt to leak; 
Thou know'st my brittle temper's prone to break : 
Are my bones brazil, or my flesh of oak? 
O, mend what thou hast made, what I have broke : 
Look, look with gentle eyes, and, in thy day 
Of vengeance. Lord, remember I am clay. 



160 



EMBLEMS. 



BOOK 3. 



S. AvarsT. Soliloq. xxxii. 
Shall I ask, who made me? It was thou that 
madest me, without whom nothing was made: 
thou art my Maker, and I thy work. I thank 
thee, my Lord God, by whom I live, and by 
whom all things subsist, because thou madest me : 
I thank thee, O my Potter, because thy hands 
have made me, because thy hands have formed 
me. 



EpiG. 5. 
Why swell'st thou, man, pufF'd up with fame and 

purse? 
Th' art better earth, but born to dig the worse : 
Thou cam'st from earth, to earth thou must return ; 
And art but earth, cast from the womb to th' urn. 



161 



6. 




JOB VII. 20. 
I have sinned: What shall I do unto thee, O tho:i 
Preserver of men. ^ why dost thou set me as a mark 
against thee? 

jLord, I have done; and, Lord, I have misdone; 

^Tis folly to contest, to strive with one 

That is too strong; 'tis folly to assail 

Or prove an arm, that will, that must, prevail. 

L 



162 E3IBLEMS. BOOK o. 

I've done, I've done ; these trembling hands have 

thrown 
Their daring weapons down: the day's thine 

own; 
Forbear to strike where thou hast won the field, 
The palm, the palm is thine: I yield, I yield. 
These treach'rous hands, that were so vainly bold 
To try a thriveless combat, and to hold 
Self-wounded weapons up, are now extended 
For mercy from thy hand ; tliat knee that bendt d 
Upon her guardless guard, doth now repent 
Upon this naked floor; see, both are bent. 
And sue for pity : O my ragged wound 
Is deep and desp'rate, it is drench'd and drown'd 
In blood and briny tears : it doth begin 
To stink without, and putrefy within. 
Let that victorious hand that now appears 
Just in my blood, prove gracious to my tears : 
Thou great Preserver of presumptuous man, 
What shall I do? what satisfaction can 
Poor dust and ashes make? O if that blood, 
That yet remains unshed, were half as good 
As blood of oxen, if my death might be 
An off'ring to atone my God and me, 
I would disdain injurious life, zuid stand 
A suitor to be wounded from thy hand. 
But may thy wrongs be measur'd by the span 
Of life, or balanc'd with the blood of man? 
No, no, eternal sin expects, for guerdon, 
Eternal penance, or eternal pardon : 



COOK 3. EMBLEMS. 163 

Lay down thy weapons, turn thy wrath away, 
And pardon him that hath no price to pay ; 
Enlarge that soul, which base presumption binds; 
Thy justice cannot loose what mercy finds; 
O thou that wilt not bruise the broken reed, 
Rub not my sores, nor prick the wounds that bleed. 
Lord, if the peevish infant fights and flies, 
With unpar'd weapons, at his mother's eyes. 
Her frowns (half mix'd with smiles,) may chance 

to show 
An angry love-tick on his arm, or so ; 
Where, if the babe but make a lip and cry, 
Her heart begins to melt, and by and by 
She coaxes his dewy cheeks ; her babe she blesses, 
And chokes her language with a thousand kisses; 
I am that child : lo, here I prostrate lie, 
Pleading for mercy ; I repent, and cry 
For gracious pardon : let thy gentle ears 
Hear that in words, what mothers judge in tears : 
See not my frailties, Lord, but through my fear, 
And look on ev'ry trespass through a tear : 
Then calm thine anger, and appear more mild; 
Remember, th' art a father, I a child. 



164 EMBLEMS. BOOK 3. 

S. Berk. Ser. xxi. in Cant. 
Miserable man ! who shall deliver me from the 
reproach of this shameful bondzige? I am a mise- 
rable man, but a free man : free, because like to 
God; miserable, because against God: O keeper 
of mankind, why hast thou set me as a mark 
against thee? thou hast set me, because thou hast 
not hindered me: It is just that thy enemy should 
be my enemy, and that he who repugneth thee, 
should repugn me : I, who am against thee, am 
against myself. 



EpiG. 6. 
But foiTii'd, and fight! but born, and then rebel! 
How small a blast will make a bubble swell? 
But dares the floor affront the hand that laid it? 
So apt is dust to fly in's face that made it. 



BOOK 3. 



EMBLEMS. 



165 




JOB XIII. 24. 

JVherefore hidest thou thy face, and holdest me for 

thine enemy? 

Why dost thou shade thy lovely face? O why 
Does that eclipsing hand so long deny 
The sunshine of thy soul-enlivening eye? 



166 EMBLEMS. BOOK 3. 

Without that light, what light remains in me ? 
Thou art my life, my way, ray light ; in thee 
I live, I move, and by thy beams I see. 

Thou art my life ; if thou but turn away. 

My life's a thousand deaths : thou art ray way ; 

Without thee, Lord, I travel not, but stray. 

My lifeht thou art; without thy glorious sight, 
Mine eyes are darken'd with perpetual night. 
My Goj), thou art ray way, my life, ray light. 

Thou art my way; I wander, if thou fly: 
Thou art my light; if hid, how blind am I? 
Thou art my life; if thou withdraw, I die. 

Mine eyes are blind and dark, I cannot see ; 
To whom, or whither should my darkness flee, 
But to the light? and who's that light but thee? 

My path is lost, my wand'ring steps do stray ; 

I cannot safely go, nor safely stay ; 

Whom should I seek but thee, my path, my way ? 

O, I am dead : to whom shall I, poor I, 
Repair? to whom shall my sad ashes fly 
For life? and where is life but in thine eye? 

And yet thou turn'st away thy face, and fly'st me 
And yet I sue for grace, and thou deny'st me; 
Speak, art thou angiy, Lord, or only try'st me? 



BOOK S. EMBLEMS. 167 

Unscrecn those heav'nly lamps, or tell me why 
Thou shad'st thy face? perhaps thou think'st no eye 
Can view those flames, and not drop down and die. 

If that be all, shine forth and draw thee nigher; 
Let me behold and die, for my desire 
Is, phoenix-like, to perish in that fire. 

Death-conquer'd Laz'rus was redeem'd by thee; 
If I am dead, Lord, set death's pris'ner free; 
Am I more spent, or stink I worse than he ? 

If my pufF'd life be out, give leave to tine 

My shameless snufF at that bright lamp of thine ; 

O what's thy light the less for light'ning mine? 

If I have lost my path, great Shepherd say, 
Shall I still wander in a doubtful way? 
Lord, shall a lamb of Isr'el's sheep-fold stray? 

Thou art the pilgrim's path, the blind man's eye ; 
The dead man's life : on thee my hopes rely ; 
If thou remove, I err, I grope, I die. 

Disclose thy sun-beams, close thy wings and stay; 
See, see how I am blind and dead, and stray, 
O thou that art my light, my life, my way. 



IC'd 



S. August. Soliloq. Cap. i. 
Why dost thou hide thy face? happily thou wilt 
say, None can see thy face and live: Ah, Lord, 
let me die, that I may sec thee; let me see thee, 
that I may die: I would not live, but die; that I 
may see Christ, I desire death ; that I may live 
with Christ, I despise life. 

AffsELM. Med. Cap. v. 
O excellent hiding, which is become my perfec- 
tion! My God, thou hidest thy treasure, to kindle 
my desire! thou hidest thy pearl, to inflame the 
seeker; thou delayest to give, that thou mayest 
teach me to importune; seemest not to hear, to 
make me persevere. 



Epig. 7. 
If Heav'n's all-quick'ning eyes vouchsafe to sliiuo 
Upon our souls, we slight; if not, we vrhine : 
Our equinoctial hearts can never lie 
Secure, beneath the tropics of that eye. 



169 



8. 




JER. IX. 1. 

Oh that my head ivere imters, and mine eyes a foun- 
tain of tears, that I might weep day and night. 

Oh that mine eyes were springs, and could 

transform 
Their drops to seas; my sighs into a storm 
Of zeal, and sacred violence, wherein 
This lab'ring vessel, laden with her sin, 



170 EMBLEMS. BOOK 3. 

Might suffer sudden shipwreck, and be split 
Upon that rock, where my drench'd soul may sit, 
O'erwhelm'd with plenteous passion : Oh, and there 
Drop, drop, into an everlasting tear! 
Ah me ! that ev'ry sliding vein that wanders 
Through this vast isle, did work her wild meanders 
In brackish tears instead of blood, and swell 
This flesh with holy dropsies, from whose well, 
Made warm with sighs, may fume my wasting 

breath. 
Whilst I dissolve in streams, and reek to death ! 
These narrow sluices of my dribbling eyes 
Are much too strait for those quick springs that 

rise. 
And hourly fill my temples to the top ; 
I cannot shed for every sin a drop ; 
Great Builder of mankind, why hast thou sent 
Such swelling floods, and made so small a vent? 
O that this flesh had been compos'd of snow, 
Instead of earth ; and bones of ice ; that so. 
Feeling the fervour of my sin, and loathing 
The fire I feel, I might have thaw'd to nothing! 
O thou that didst, with hopeful joy, entomb 
Me thrice three moons in thy laborious womb. 
And then, with joyful pain, brought'st forth a son. 
What, worth thy labour, has thy labour done? 
W^hat was there, ah ! what was there in my birth 
That could deserve the easiest smile of mirth? 
A man was born: alas! and what's a man? 
A scuttle full of dust, a measur'd span 



BOOK 3. EMBLEMS. 171 

Of flitting time; a furnish'd pack, whose wares 
Are sullen griefs, and soul-tonnenting cares : 
A vale of tears, a vessel tunn'd with breath, 
By sickness broach'd, to be drawn out by death : 
A hapless, helpless thing, that, born, does cry 
To feed, that feeds to live, that lives to die. 
Great God and man, whose eye spent drops so 

often 
For me, that cannot weep enough ; O soften 
These marble brains, and strike this flinty rock; 
Or, if the music of thy Peter's cock 
Will more prevail, fill, fill my heark'ning ears 
With that sweet sound, that I may melt in tears! 
I cannot weep until thou broach mine eye ; 
O give me vent, or else I burst, and die. 



172 EMBLEMS. BOOK 3. 

S. Ambiios. in Psal. cxviii. 
He that commits sins to be wept for, cannot 
weep for sins committed ; and being himself most 
lamentable, hath no tears to lament his offences. 

Nazianz. Oral. iii. 
Tears are the deluge of sin, and the world's 
sacrifice. 

S. HiERON. in Esaiam. 
Prayer appeases God, but a tear compels him : 
that moves him, but this constrains him. 



Epig. 8. 
Earth is an island ported round with fears ; 
Thy way to Heav'n is through the sea of tears ; 
It is a stoiiny passage, where is found 
The wreck of many a ship, but no man drown'd. 



EMBLEMS. 



9. 




PSAL3I XVIII. D. 

The sorrows of hell compassed me about, and the 
snares of death prevented me. 

Is not this type well cut, in ev'ry part 
Full of rich cunning ! fiU'd with Zeuxian art ? 
Are not the hunters, and their Stygian hounds, 
Limn'd full to th' life? didst ever hear the sounds 



174 EMBLEMS. BOOK o. 

Of music, and the lip-dividing breaths 

Of the strong winded horn, recheats, and deaths, 

Done more exact? th' infernal Nimrod's halloo? 

The lawless purlieus? and the game they follow? 

The hidden engines, and the snares that lie 

So undiscover'd, so obscure to th' eye? 

The new drawn net, and her entangled prey? 

And him that closes it? Beholder, say, 

Is't not well done? seems not an em'lous strife 

Betwixt the rare cut picture and the life? 

These purlieu men are devils; and the hounds, 

(Those quick-nos'd cannibals, that scour the 

grounds) 
Temptations ; and the game, the fiends pursue. 
Are human souls, which still they have in view; 
Whose fury if they chance to 'scape, by flying 
The skiifiil hunter plants his net, close lying 
On th' unsuspected earth, baited with treasure, 
Ambitious honour, and self-wasting pleasure : 
Where, if the soul but stoop, death stands prepar'd 
To draw the net, and drowTi the souls ensnar'd. 
Poor soul ! how art thou hurried to and fro ? 
AVhere canst thou safely stay? where safely go? 
If stay; these hot-mouth'd hounds are apt to tear 

thee: 
If go ; the snares enclose, the nets ensnare thee : 
What good in this bad world has pow'r t' invite thee 
A willing guest? wherein can earth delight thee? 
Her pleasures are but itch; her wealth, but cares : 
A world of dangers, and a world of snares : 



BOOK 3. EMBLEMS. 175 

The close pursuers busy hands do plant • 
Snares in thy substance; snares attend thy want; 
Snares in thy credit ; snares in thy disgrace ; 
Snares in thy high estate; snares in thy base; 
Snares tuck thy bed ; and snares surround thy board ; 
Snares watch thy thoughts ; and snares attach thy 

word; 
Snares in thy quiet ; snares in thy commotion ; 
Snares in thy diet; snares in thy devotion; 
Snares hirk in thy resolves, snares in thy doubt; 
Snares lie within thy heart, and snares without ; 
Snares are above thy head, and snares beneath ; 
Snares in thy sickness, snares are in thy death. 
Oh ! if these purlieus be so full of danger, 
Great God of hearts, the world's sole sov'reign 

ranger, 
Preserve thy deer; and let my soul be blest 
In thy safe forest, where I seek for rest : 
Then let the hell-hounds roar, I fear no ill; 
Rouse me they may, but have no power to kill. 



176 EMBLEMS. BOOK 3. 

S. Ambros. Lib. iv. in Cap. iv. in Luc. 
The reward of honours, the height of power, 
the delicacy of diet, and the beauty of an harlot, 
are the snares of the devil. 

S. Ambros. de Bono Mortis. 
Whilst thou seekest pleasures, thou runnest into 
snares, for the eye of the harlot is the snare of 
the adulterer. 

Safanar. 
In eating, he sets before us gluttony ; in genera- 
tion, luxury ; in labour, sluggishness; in conversing, 
envy ; in goveniing, covetousness ; in correcting, 
anger; in honour, pride; in the heart, he sets evil 
thoughts; in the moutli, evil words; in actions, 
evil works ; when awake, he moves us to evil ac- 
tions; when asleep, to filthy dreams. 



Epic. 9. 
Be sad, my heart, deep dangers wait thy mirth : 
Thy soul's waylaid by sea, by hell, by earth : 
Hell has her hounds ; earth, snares ; the sea, a shelf: 
But, most of all, my heart, beware thyself. 



BOOK 3. 



177 




PSALM CXLIII. 2. 

E7iter not into judgment with thy servant ; for in thy 
sight shall no man living be justified. 

JESUS. JUSTICE. SINNER. 

J«. Bring forth the pris'ner, Justice. Just. Thy 

commands 
Are done, just Judge : See here the pris'ner stands. 
Jes. What has the pris'ner done? Say; what's 
the cause 
Of his commitment? Just. He hath broke the hiwsi 

M 



178 EMBLEMS. BOOK 3. 

Of his too gracious God; conspir'd the death 
Of that great Majesty that gave him breath, 
And heaps transgression,LoRD, upon transgression. 
Jes. How know'st thou this? Just. E'en by 

his own confession: 
His sins are crying ; and they cry'd aloud ; 
They cry'd to Heav'n, they cry'd to Heav'n for 

blood. [to plead 

Jes. What say'st thou, sinner? hast thou ought 
That sentence should not pass? hold up thy head, 
And show thy brazen, thy rebellious face. 

Sin. Ah me! I dare not: I'm too vile and base 
To tread upon the earth, much more to lift 
Mine eyes to Heav'n; I need no other shrift 
Than mine own conscience ; Lord, I must confess, 
I am no more than dust, and no whit less 
Than my indictment styles me ; ah ! if thou 
Search too severe, with too severe a brow. 
What flesh can stand ? I have transgress'd thy laws ; 
My merits plead thy vengeance; not my cause. 
Just. Lord, shall I strike the blow? Jes. Hold, 

Justice, stay : 
Sinner, speak on ; what hast thou more to say? 

Sin. Vile as I am, and of myself abhorr'd, 
I am thy handy-work, thy creature, Lord, 
Stampt with tliy glorious image, and at first 
Most like to thee, though now a poor accurst, 
Convicted caitiff, and degen'rous creature. 
Here trembling at thy bar. Just. Thy fault's the 

greater. 



BOOK 3. EMBLEMS. 179 

Lord, shall I strike the blow? Jes. Hold, Justice, 

stay: 
Speak, sinner; hast thou nothing else to say? 

Sin. Nothingbutmercy,niercy,LoRD; my state 
Is miserably poor and desperate ; 
I quite renounce myself, the world, and flee 
From Lord to Jesus, from thyself to thee. 

Just. Cease thy vain hopes; my angry God has 
vow'd ; 
Abused mercy must have blood for blood : 
Shall I yet strike the blow? Jes. Stay, Justice, hold; 
My bowels yearn, my fainting blood grows cold, 
To view the trembling wretch; methinks I spy 
My Father's image in the pris'ner's eye. 

Just. I cannot hold. Jes. Then turn thy thirsty 
blade 
Into my sides, let there the wound be made : 
Cheer up, dear soul; redeem thy life with mine: 
My soul shall smart, my heart shall bleed for thine. 

Sin. O groundless deeps! O love beyond degree! 
Th' offended dies to set th' offender free. 



180 EMBLEMS. BOOK 3. 

S. AvGVST» 

Lord, if I have done that, for ^vhich thoa 
mayest damn me ; thou hast not lost that, whereby 
thou mayest save me : remember not, sweet Jesus, 
thy justice against the sinner, but thy benignity 
towards thy creature: remember not to proceed 
against a guilty soul, but remember thy mercy 
towards a miserable wretch : forget the insolence 
of the provoker, and behold the misery of the 
invokerj for what is Jesus but a Saviour? 

Anselm. 
Have respect to what thy Son hath done for 
me, and forget what my sins have done against 
thee: my flesh hath provoked thee to vengeance ; 
let the flesh of Christ move thee to mercy : It is 
much that my rebellions have deserved j but it i» 
more that my Kedeemer hath merited. 



EpiG. 10. 
Mercy of mercies ! He that was my drudge 
Is now my advocate, is now my judge : 
He suffers, pleads, and sentences alone : 
Three I adore, and yet adore but One. 



181 



11. 




PSALM LXIX. 15. 

Let not the uater-flood overflow me, neither let the 
deep swallow me up. 

The world's a sea; my flesh a ship that's mann'd 
With lab'ring thoughts, and steer'd by reason's 

hand: 
My heart's the seaman's card, whereby she sails j 
My loose affections are the greater sails ; 



182 E3IBLEMS. BOOK 3. 

The top-sail is my fancy, and the gusts 
That fill these wanton sheets, are worldly lusts. 
Pray'r is the cable, at whose end appears 
The anchor Hope, ne'er slipp'd but in our fears : 
My will's th' inconstant pilot, that commands 
The stagg'ring keelj my sins are like the sands: 
Repentance is the bucket, and mine eye 
The pump unus'd (but in extremes) and dry : 
My conscience is the plummet that does press 
The deeps, but seldom cries, O fathomless : 
Smooth calm's security; the gulph, despair; 
My freight's corruption, and this life's my fare : 
My soul's the passenger, confus'dly driv'n 
From fear to fright; her landing port is Heav'n. 
My seas are stormy, and my ship doth leak ; 
My sailors rude; my steersman faint and weak : 
My canvass torn, it flaps from side to side : 
My cable's crack'd, my anchor's slightly ty'd, 
Mypilot's craz'd ; my shipwreck sands are cloak'd; 
My bucket's broken, and my pump is chok'd; 
My calm's deceitful; and my gulph too near; 
My wares are slubber'd, and my fare's too dear : 
My plummet's light, it cannot sink nor sound ; 
Oh, shall my rock-bethreaten'd soul be drown'd? 
Lord, still the seas, and shield my ship from harm ; 
Instruct my sailors, guide my steersman's arm : 
Touch thou my compass, and renew my sails, 
Send stiffer courage or send milder gales ; 
Make strong my cable, bind my anchor faster; 
Direct my pilot, and be thou his master; 



BOOK 3. EMBLEMS. 183 

Object the sands to my most serious view, 
Make sound my bucket, bore my pump anew : 
New cast my plummet, make it apt to try 
Where the rocks lurk, and where the quicksands 

lie; 
Guard thou the gulph with love, my calms with care j 
Cleanse thou my freight ; accept my slender fare ; 
Refresh the sea-sick passenger; cut short 
His voyage ; land him in his wish'd-for port : 
Thou, thou, whom winds and stormy seas obey, 
That through the deep gav'st grumbling Isr'el way, 
Say to my soul, be safe ; and then mine eye 
Shall scorn grim death, although grim death stand 

by. 

O thou whose strength-reviving arm did cherish 
Thy sinking Peter, at the point to perish. 
Reach forth thy hand, or bid me tread the M^ave, 
I'll come, I'll come: the voice that calls will save. 



184 EMBLEMS. BOOK 5. 

S. Ambros. Apol. post. pro. David. Cap. iii. 
The confluence of lust makes a great tempest, 
which in this sea disturbeth the seafaring soul, 
that reason cannot govern it. 

S. AvGvsT. Soliloq. Cap. xxxv. 

We labour in the boisterous sea : thou standest 
upon the shore and seest our dangers; give us 
grace to hold a middle course between Scyllaand 
Charybdis, that, both dangers escaped, we may 
arrive at the port secure. 



EPIG. 11. 

My soul, the seas are rough, and thou a stranger 
In these false coasts ; O keep aloof; there's danger : 
Cast forth thy plummet; see, a rock appears; 
Thy ship wants sea-room; make it with thy tears. 



JiOOK 3. 



183 



12. 




JOB XIV. 13. 

O that thou wouldest hide me in the grave, that thou 
wouldest keep me in secret until thy tcrath be 
past ! 

O WHITHER shall I fly? what path untiod 
Shall 1 seek out to 'scape the flaming rod 
Of my offended, of my angry God ? 



186 EMBLEMS. BOOK 3. 

Where shall I sojourn? what kind sea will hide 
My head from thunder? where shall I abide, 
Until his flames be quench'd or laid aside? 

What, if my feet should take their hasty flight, 
And seek protection in the shades of night? 
Alas! no shades can blind the God of light. 

What, if my soul should take the wings of day. 
And find some desert? If she springs away. 
The wings of vengeance clip as fast as they. 

What, if some solid rock should entertain 
My frighted soul ? can solid rocks restrain 
The stroke of Justice, and not cleave in twain ? 

Nor sea, nor shade, nor shield, nor rock, nor cave, 
Nor silent deserts, nor the sullen grave, 
What flame-ey'd fury means to smite, can save. 

The seas will part, graves open, rocks will split; 
The shield will cleave; the frighted shadows flit; 
Where Justice aims, her fiery darts must hit. 

No, no, if stern-bro w'd vengeance means to thunder, 
There is no place above, beneath, or under, 
So close, but will unlock, or rive in sunder. 

'Tis vain to flee; 'tis neither here nor there 
Can 'scape that hand, until that hand forbear; 
Ah me! where is he not, that's ev'ry where? 



BOOK 3. EMBLEMS. 1B7 

'Tis vain to flee, till gentle mercy show 

Her better eye; the farther off we go, 

The swing of Justice deals the mightier blow. 

Th' ingenuous child, corrected, doth not fly 
His angry mother's hand, but clings more nigh, 
And quenches with his tears her flaming eye. 

Shadows are faithless, and the rocks are false ; 
No trust in brass, no trust in marble walls ; 
Poor cots are e'en as safe as princes' halls. 

Great God! there is no safety here below; 
Thou art my fortress, thou that seem'st my foe, 
'Tis thou, that strik'st the stroke, must guard the 
blow. 

Thou art my God, by thee I fall or stand; 
Thy grace hath giv'n me courage to withstand 
All tortures, but my conscience and thy hand. 

I know thy justice is thyself; I know. 
Just God, thy very self is mercy too ; 
If not to thee, where, whither shall I go ? 

Then work thy will ; if passion bid me flee. 
My reason shall obey ; my wings shall be 
Stretch'd out no further than from thee to thee. 



188 EMBLEMS. BOOK 3. 

S. August, in Psal. xxxiii. 
Whither fly I? to what place can I safely fly 
to what mountain? to what den? to what strong 
house? what castle shall I hold? what walls shall 
hold me? whithersoever I go, myself followeth 
me: For whatsoever thou fliest, O man, thou 
mayest, but thy own conscience : wheresoever, O 
Lord, I go, I find thee; if angry, a revenger; if 
appeased, a redeemer: what way have I, but to 
fly from thee to thee : that thou mayest avoid thy 
God, address to thy Lord. 



Epic. 12. 

Hath vengeance found thee ? can thy fears command 
No rocks to shield thee from her thund'ring hand ? 
Know'st thou not where to 'scape? I'll tell tliee 

where; 
My soul, make clean thy conscience; hide thee 

there. 



BOOK 3. EMBLI 



189 



13. 




JOB X. 20. 

Are not my days few? Cease then, and let ms alone, 
that I may bewail myself a little. 

My glass is half unspent; forbear t' arrest 
My thriftless day too soon : my poor request 
Is, that my glass may run but out the rest. 



190 EMBLEMS. BOOK 3. 

My time-devoured minutes will be done 
Without thy help ; see, see how swift they run : 
Cut not my thread before my thread be spun. 

Tlie gain's not great I purchase by this stay ; 
What loss sustain'st thou by so small delay, 
To whom ten thousand years are but a day? 

My following eye can hardly make a shift 
To count my winged hours ; they fly so swift, 
They scarce deserve the bounteous name of gift. 

The secret wheels of hurrying time do give 
So short a warning, and so fast they drive, 
That I am dead before I seem to live. 

And what's a life? a weary pilgrimage. 
Whose glory in one day doth fill thy stage 
With childhood, manhood, and decrepid age. 

And what's a life? the flourishing array 

Of the proud summer-meadow, which to-day 

Wears her green plush, and is to-morrow hay. 

And what's a life? a blast sustain'd with clothing, 
Maintain'd with food, retain'd with vile self-Ioath- 
Then weary of itself, again to nothing. [ing, , 

Read on this dial, how the shades devour 

My short liv'd winter's day; hour eats up hour; 

Alas! the total's but from eight to four. 



BOOK 3. EMBLEMS. 191 

Behold these lilies, (which thy hands have made 

Fair copies of my life, and open laid 

To view,) how soon they droop, how soon they fade! 

Shade not that dial, night will blind too soon ; 
My non-ag'd day already points to noon ; 
How simple is my suit! how^ small my boon! 

Nor do I beg this slender inch, to while 

The time away, or safely to beguile 

My thoughts withjoy , there's nothing worth a smile. 

No, no : 'tis not to please my wanton ears 
With frantic mirth, I beg but hours, not years : 
And what thou giv'st me, I will give to tears. 

Draw not that soul which would be rather led! 
That seed has yet not broke my serpent's head; 

shall I die before my sins are dead? 

Behold these rags; am I a fitting guest 
To taste the dainties of thy royal feast, 
With hands and face unwash'd, ungirt, unblest? 

First, let the Jordan streams, that find supplies 

From the deep fountain of my heart, arise, 

And cleanse my spots, and clear my lep'rous eyes. 

1 have a world of sins to be lamented; 

I have a sea of tears that must be vented : 
O spare till then; and then I die contented. 



192 



S. AucusT. Lib. de Chit. Dei. Cap. \. 

The time wherein we live, is taken from the 
space of our life; and what remaineth, is daily 
made less, insomuch that the time of our life is 
nothing but a passage to death. 

S. Greg. Lib. ix. Cap. Ixiv. in Job. 

As moderate afflictions bring tears, so immode- 
rate take away tears ; insomuch that sorrow be- 
cometh no sorrow, which swallowing up the mind 
of the afflicted, taketh away the sense of the 
affliction. 



EpiG. 13. 
Fearst thou to go, when such an arm invites thee 
Dread'st thou thy loads of sin? or what affrigh 

thee? 
If thou begin to fear, thy fear begins : 
Fool, can he bear thee hence, and not thy sins? 



3 



BOOK 3. 




193 



DEUT. XXXII. 29. 

O that men were wise, that they understood this, 
that they ivould consider their latter end ! 

ILESH. SPIRIT. 

FL What means my sister's eye so oft to pass 
Through the long entry of that optic glass? 
Tell me ; what secret virtue doth invite 
Thy wrinkled eye to such unknown delight? 



194 EMBLEMS. BOOK *. 

Sp. It helps the sight, makes things remote 
appear 
In perfect view; it draws the objects near. 

Fl. What sense-delighting objects dost thou spy ? 
What doth that glass present before thine eye? 

Sp. I see thy foe, my reconciled friend, 
Grim death, e'en standing at the glass's end: 
His left hand holds a branch of palm; his right 
Holds forth a two-edg'd sword. Fl. A proper sight. 
And is this all ? doth thy prospective please 
Th' abused fancy with no shapes but these? 

Sp. Yes, I behold the darken'd sun bereav'n 
Of all his light, the battlements of Heav'n 
Swelt'ring in flames; the angel-guarded Son 
Of glory on his high tribunal-throne; 
I see a brimstone sea of boiling fire, 
And fiends, with knotted whips of flaming wire, 
Tort'ring poor souls, that gnash their teeth in vain, 
And gnaw their flame-tormented tongues for pain. 
Look, sister, how the queasy-stomach'd graves 
Vomit their dead, and how the purple waves 
Scald their consumeless bodies, strongly cursing 
All wombs for bearing, and all paps for nursing. 

Fl. Can thy distemper'd fancy take delight 
In view of tortures? these are shows t' affright: 
Look in this glass triangular; look here, 
Here's that will ravish eyes. Sp. What seest thou 
there? 

Fl. The world in colours; colours that distaiai 
The cheeks of Proteus or the silken train 



BOOK 3. EMBLEIVTS. 195 

Of Flora's nymphs; such various sorts of hue, 
As sun-confronting Iris never knew : 
Here, if thou please to beautify a town, 
Thou may'st; or with a hand, turn 't upside down ; 
Here may'st thou scant or widen by the measure 
Of thine own willj make short or long at plea- 
sure: 
Here may'st thou tire thy fancy, and advise 
With shows more apt to please more curious eyes. 
Sp. Ah fool ! that doat'st on vain, on present 
toys. 
And disrespect'st those true, those future joys : 
How strongly are thy thoughts befool'd, alas! 
To doat on goods that perish with thy glass! 
Nay, vanish with the turning of a hand : 
Were they but painted colours, it might stand 
With painted reason that they might devote thee ; 
But things that have no being to besot thee! 
Foresight of future torments is the way 
To balk those ills which present joys betray. 
As thou hast fool'd thyself, so now come hither. 
Break that fond glass, and let's be wise together. 



196 EMBLEMS. BOOK 5. 

S. BoNArEyr. de Contempt u ScecuU. 

O that men would be wise, and understand, and 
foresee. Be wise, to know three things, the mul- 
titude of those that are to be damned ; the few 
number of those that are to be saved ; and the 
vanity of transitory things : understand three 
things; the multitude of sins, the omission of 
good things, and the loss of time: foresee thiee 
things ; the danger of death, the last judgment, 
and eternal punishment. 



Epic. 14. 

What, soul, no further yetr what, ne'er commence 
Master in faith ? still bachelor of sense ? 
Is't insufficiency? or Avhat has made thee 
O'erslip thy lost degree? thy lusts have staid thee. 



BOOK 3. 



197 



lo. 




PSALM XXXI. 10. 

BIy life is spent with grief, and my years with 
sighing. 

What sullen star rul'd my untimely birth, 
That would not lend my days one hour of mirth? 
How oft have these bare knees been bent to gain 
These slender alms of one poor smile in vain? 



198 EMBLEMS. BOOK 3. 

How often, tir'd with the fastidious light, 
Have ray faint lips implor'd the shades of night? 
How often have my nightly tonnents pray'd 
For ling'ring twilight, glutted with the shade? 
Day worse than night, night worse than day appears; 
In fears I spend my nights, my days in tears: 
I moan unpitied, groan without relief, 
There is no end or measure of my grief. 
The smiling flow'r salutes the day; it grows 
Untouch'd with care ; it neither spins nor sows : 

that my tedious life were like this flow'r. 
Or freed from grief, or fiuish'd with an hour : 
Why was I born ? why was I bom a man ? 
And why proportion'd by so large a span? 
Or why suspended by the common lot. 

And being born to die, why die I not? 
Ah me! why is my sorrow-wasted breath 
Denied tlie easy privilege of death? 
The branded slave, that tugs the weary oar, 
Obtains the sabbath of a welcome shore; 
His ransom'd stripes are heal'd; his native soil 
Sweetens the mem'ry of his foreign toil : 
But ah; my sorrows are not half so blest; 
My labour finds no point, my pains no rest: 

1 barter sighs for tears, and tears for groans, 
Still vainly rolling Sisyphaean stones. 
Thou just observer of our flying hours, 
That, with thy adamantine fangs, devours 
The brazen monuments of renowned kings, 
Doth thy glass stand? or be thy moulting wings 



BOOK 3. EMBLEMS. 199 

Unapt to fly ? if not, why dost thou spare 

A willing breast; a breast that stands so fair; 

A dying breast, that hath but only breath 

To beg a wound, and strength to crave a death? 

O that the pleased Heav'ns would once dissolve 

These fleshly fetters, that so fast involve 

My hamper'd soul ; then would my soul be blest 

From all those ills, and wrap her thoughts in rest : 

Till then, my days are months, my months are 

years, 
My years are ages to be spent in tears : 
My grief's entailed upon my wasteful breath, 
Which no recov'ry can cut off but death. 
Breath drawn in cottages, pufF'd out in moans, 
Begins, continues, and concludes in groans. 



200 EMBLEMS. BOOK 3. 

IxsocENT. de Vilitate Condit. Humance. 

O who will give mine eyes a fountain of tears, 
that I may bewail the miserable ingress of man's 
condition; the sinful progress of man's conversa- 
tion; the damnable egress in man's dissolution? I 
will consider with tears, whereof man was made, 
what man doth, and what man is to do! alas! he 
is fonned of earth, conceived in sin, bom to 
punishment: he doth evil things which are not 
lawful; he doth filthy things, which are not de- 
cent; he doth vain things, which are not ex- 
pedient. 



EpiG. 15. 

My heart, thy life's a debt by bond, which beai-s 
A secret date ; the use is groans and tears : 
Plead not; usurious nature will have all, 
As well the int'rcst as the principal. 



BOOK THE FOURTH. 
1. 




M]/ soul hath coveted to desire thy judgments. Psalm, cxix. 



ROM. VII. 23. 

/ see another law in my members warring against 
the law of my mind, and bringing me into cap- 
tivity to the law of sin. 

HOW my will is hurried to and fro, 
And how my unresolv'd resolves do vary ! 

1 know not where to fix, sometimes I go 

This way, then that, and then the quite contrary : 



202 EMBLEMS. BOOK 4. 

I like, dislike; lament for what I could not; 
I do, undo ; yet still do what I should not, 
And, at the selfsame instant, will the thing I 
would not. 

Thus are my weather-beaten thoughts opprest 

With th' earth-bred winds of my prodigious will ; 
Thus am I hourly tost from east to west 
Upon the rolling streams of good and ill : 
Thus am I driv'n upon the slipp'ry suds 
From real ills to false apparent goods : 
My life's a troubled sea, compos'd of ebbs and floods. 

The curious penman, having trimni'd his page 
With the dead language of his dabbled quill, 
Lets fall a heedless drop, then in a rage 
Cashiers the fruits of his unlucky skill; 
E'en so my pregnant soul in th' infant bud 
Of her best thoughts show'rs down a coal- 
black flood 
Of unadvised ills, and cancels all her good. 

Sometimes a sudden flash of sacred heat 

Warms my chill soul, and sets my thoughts in 
frame ; 
But soon that fire is shoulder'd from her scat 
By lustful Cupid's much inferior flame. 
I feel two flames, and yet no flame entire ; 
Thus are the mungrel thoughts of mixt desire 
Consum'd between that heav'nly and this earthly 
fire. 



BOOK 4. EMBLEMS. 205 

Sometimes my trash-disdaining thoughts outpass 

The common period of terrene conceit; 
O then methinks I scorn the thing I was, 
Whilst I stand ravish'd at my new estate : 
But when the Icarian wings of my desire 
Feel but the warmth of their own native fire, 
O then tliey melt and plunge within their wonted 



I know the nature of my wav'ring mind; 

I know the frailty of my fleshly will : 
My passion's eagle-ey'd; my judgment blind; 
I know what's good, and yet make choice of ill. 
When the ostrich wings of my desires shall be 
So dull, they cannot mount the least degree, 
Yet grant my sole desire, but of desiring thee. 



204 EMBLEMS. BOOK 4. 

S. Berx. Med. ix. 

My heart is a vain heart, a vagabond and in- 
stable heart; while it is led by its own judgment, 
and wanting divine counsel, cannot subsist in it- 
self; and whilst it divers ways seekest rest, find- 
eth none, but reniaineth miserable through labour, 
and void of peace: it agreeth not with itself, it 
dissenteth from itself; it altereth resolutions, 
chaugeth the judgment, frameth new thoughts, 
puUeth down the old, and buildeth them up again : 
it willeth and willeth not; and never remaineth 
in the same state. 

S. August, de Vei^h. Apost. 

When it would, it cannot; because when it 
might, it would not: therefore by an evil will 
man lost his good power. 



EpiG. 1. 

My soul, how are thy thoughts disturb'd, confin'd, 
Enlarg'd betwixt thy members and thy mind! 
Fix here or there ; thy doubt-depending cause 
Can ne'er expect one verdict 'tvvixt two laws. 



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PSALM CXIX. 5. 

that my ways were directed to keep thy statutes ! 

1 Hus I, the object of the world's disdain, 
With pilgrim face surround the weary earth • 

I only relish what the world counts vain ; 
Her mirth's my grief j her sullen grief, my mirth ; 
Her light my darkness ; and her tmth my error. 
Her freedom is my gaol; and her delight my terror. 



206 EMBLEMS. BOOK ^. 

Fond earth ! proportion not my seeming love 
To my long stay 3 let not my thoughts deceive 
thee; 
Thou art my prison, and my home's above ; 
My life's a preparation but to leave thee : 
Like one that seeks a door, I walk about thee : 
With thee I cannot live ; I cannot live without thee. 

The world's a lab'rinth, whose anfractuous ways 

Are all compos'd of rubs and crook'd meanders : 
No resting here ; he's hurried back that stays 
A thought ; and he that goes unguided, wanders : 
Her way is dark, her path untrod, unev'n; 
So hard's the way from earth; so hard's the way 
to Heav'n. 

This gyring lab'rinth is betrench'd about 

On either hand w ith streams of sulph'rous fire, 
Streams closely sliding, erring in and out, 
But seeming pleasant to the fond descrierj 
Where, if his footsteps trust their own in- 
vention, [mension. 



Where shall I seek a guide? where shall I meet 
Some lucky hand to lead my trembling paces? 
What trusty lanthorn will direct my feet 

To 'scape the danger of these dang'rous places ? 
What hopes have I to pass without a guide? 
Where one gets safely through, a thousand fall 
beside. 



BOOK 4. EMBLEMS. ii07 

An unrequested star did gently slide 

Before the wise men to a greater light; 
Backsliding Isr'el found a double guide; 
A pillar and a cloud; by day, by night : 
Yet in my desp'rate dangers, which be far 
More great than theirs, I have no pillar, cloud, 
nor star. 

O that the pinions of a clipping dove 

Would cut my passage through the empty air; 
Mine eyes being seal'd, how would I mount above 
The reach of danger and forgotten care ! 
My backward eyes should ne'er commit that 
fault, 
Whose lasting guilt should build a monument of 
salt. 

Great God, that art the flowing spring of light. 

Enrich mine eyes with thy refulgent ray: 
Thou art my path ; direct my steps aright ; 
I have no other light, no other way : 

I'll trust my God, and him alone pursue; 
His law shall be my path ; his heavenly light, my 
clue. 



203 EMBLEMS. BOOK 1. 

S. AvGVST. Soliloq. Cap. iv. 
O Lord; Who art the light, the way, the 
truth, the life; in whom there is no darkness, 
error, vanity, nor death : the light, without v, hich 
there is darkness; the way, without which there 
is wandering ; the truth, without which there is 
error; the life, without which there is death: say, 
Lord, let there be light, and I shall see light, and 
eschew darkness ; I shall see the way, and avoid 
wandering ; I shall see the truth, and shun error ; 
I shall see life, and escape death : illuminate, O 
illuminate my blind soul, which sitteth in dark- 
ness, and the shadow of death; and direct my feet 
in the way of peace. 



Epig. 2. 
Pilgrim, trudge on: what makes thy soul com- 
plain. 
Crowns thy complaint? the way to rest is pain : 
The road to resolution lies by doubt : 
The next way home's the farthest way about. 



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PSALM XVII. 5. 

Hold up my goings in thy paths, that my footaicps 
slip not. 

Whene'er the old exchange of profit rings 

Her silver saints-beil of uncertain gains ; 
My merchant-soul can stretch both legs and wings, 
How I can run, and take unwearied pains ! 
The charms of profit are so strong, that I, 
V»1io wanted legs to yio, fuid wings to (ly. 



210 EMBLEMS. BOOK 4. 

If time-beguiling pleasure but advance 

Her lustful trump, and blow her bold alarms, 
O how my sportful soul can frisk and dance, 
And hug that siren in her twined arms! 

The sprightly voice of sinew-strength'ning 

pleasure 
Can lend my bedrid soul both legs and lei- 



If blazing honour chance to fill my veins 

With flatt'ring warmth, and flash of courtly fire, 
My soul can take a pleasure in her pains : 
My lofty strutting steps disdain to tire ; 
My antic knees can turn upon the hinges 
Of complii^^nt,and screw a thousand cringe?. 

But when I come to thee, my God, that art 

The royal mine of everlasting treasure, 
The real honour of my better part, 

And living fountain of eternal pleeisure, 

How nerveless are my limbs ! how faint and 

slow! 
I have no wings to fly, nor legs to go. 

So when the streams of swift-foot Rhine convey 

Her upland riches to the Belgic shore, 
The idle vessel slides the wat'ry way, 
Without the blast or tug of wind or oar: 
Her slipp'ry keel divides the silver foam 
With ease; so facile is the way from home! 



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But when the home-bound vessel turns her sails 

Against the breast of the resisting stream, 
O then she shigs; nor sail, nor oar prevails j 
The stream is sturdy, and her tide's extreme : 
Each stroke is loss, and ev'ry tug is vain : 
A boat-length's purchase is a league of pain. 

Great all in all, that art my rest, my home ; 

My vv^ay is tedious, and my steps are slow : 
Reach forth thy helpful hand, or bid me come ; 
I am thy child, O teach thy child to go : 
Conjoin thy sweet commands to my desire, 
And I will venture, though I fall or tire. 



212 EMBLEMS. BOOK 4. 

S. August. Ser. xv. de Verb. Apost. 
Be always displeased at what thou art, if thou 
desirest to attain to what thou art not: for where 
thou hast pleased thyself, there thou abidest. 
But if thou sayest, I have enough, thou perishest : 
always add, always walk, always proceed; neither 
stand still, nor go back, nor deviate: he that 
standeth still proceedeth not; he goeth back that 
continueth not ; he deviateth, that revolteth ; he 
goeth better that creepeth in his way than he 
that runneth out of his way. 



EpiG. 3. 
Fear not, my soul, to lose for want of cunning; 
Weep not; Heav'n is not always got by running: 
Thy thoughts are swift, although thy legs be slow ; 
True love will creep, not having strength to go. 



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PSALM CXIX. 120. 

3Iy flesh tremblcth for fear of thee; and I am afraid 
of thy judgments. 

J^ET others boast of hick, and go their ways 
With their fair game; know, vengeance seldom 

plays 
To be too foi-ward, but doth wisely frame 
Her backward tables for an after-game : 



214 EMBLEMS. BOOK 1. 

She gives thee leave to venture many a blot ; 
And, for her own advantage, hits thee not: 
But when her pointed tables are made fair, 
That she be ready for thee, then beware ; 
Then, if a necessary blot be set. 
She hits thee ; wins the game ; perchance the set : 
If prosp'rous chances make thy casting high, 
Be wisely temp'rate; cast a serious eye 
On after dangers, and keep back thy game ; 
Too forward seed-times make thy harvest lame. 
If left-hand fortune give thee left-hand chances, 
Be wisely patient; let not envious glances 
Repine, to view thy gamester's heap so fair; 
The hindmost hound oft takes the doubling hare. 
The world's great dice are false; sometimes they go 
Extremely high, sometimes extremely low : 
Of all her gamesters, he that plays the least. 
Lives most at ease, plays most secure and best : 
The way to win, is to play fair, and swear 
Thyself a servant to the crown of fear: 
Fear is the primer of a gamester's skill : 
Who fears not bad, stands most nnann'd to ill. 
The ill that's wisely fear'd, is half withstood ; 
And fear of bad is the best foil to good. 
True fear's th' Elixir, which in days of old 
Turn'd leaden crosses into crowns of gold : 
The world's the tables; stakes, eternal life; 
The gamesters, Heav'n and I; unequal strife! 
My fortunes are the dice, whereby I fi-ame 
My indisposed life: this life's the game; 



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BOOK 4. EMBLEMS. 215 

My sins are several blots; the lookers-on 
Are angels; and in death the game is done. 
Lord, I'm a bungler, and my game doth grow 
.Still more and more unshap'd; my dice run low: 
The stakes are great ; my careless blots are many : 
And yet thou passest by and hitt'st not any ; 
Thou art too strong ; and I have none to guide 

me 
With the least jog; the lookers-on deride me: 
It is a conquest undeserving thee, 
To win a stake from such a worm as me: 
I have no more to lose ; if we persevere, 
'Tis lost : and that once lost, I'm lost for ever. 
Lord, wink at faults, and be not too severe, 
And I will play my game with greater fear; 
O give me fear, ere fear has past her date: 
Whose blot being hit, then fears, fears then too 

late- 



216 EMBLEMS. BOOK 1. 

S. Bern, Ser. liv. in Cant. 
There is nothing so effectual to obtain grace, 
to retain grace, and to regain grace, as always to 
be found before God not over wise, but to fear: 
happy art thou, if thy heart be replenished with 
three fears; a fear for received grace, a greater 
fear for lost grace, a greatest fear to recover 
grace. 

S. AvGvsT. super PsaL 
Present fear begetteth eternal security: fear 
God, which is above all, and no need to fear man 
at all. 



EpiG. 4. 
Lord, shall we grumble when thy flames do 

scourge us? 
Our sins breathe fire ; that fire returns to purge us. 
Lord, what an alchymist art thou, whose skill 
Transmutes to perfect good from perfect ill ! 



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PSALM CXIX. 37. 

Turn away mine eyes from beholding vanity. 

How like the threads of flax 

That touch the flame, are my inflam'd desires! 
How like to yielding wax, 

My soul dissolves before these wanton fires! 
The fire but touch'd, the flame but felt, 
Jiike flax, I burn; like wax, I melt. 



218 EMBLEMS. BOOK 4. 

O how this flesh doth draw 
My fetter'd soul to that deceitful fire ! 

And how the eternal law- 
Is baffled by the law of my desire ! 

How truly bad, how seeming good, 

Are all the laws of flesh and blood! 



O wretched state of men, 
The height of whose ambition is to borrow 

What must be paid again, 
With griping int'rest of the next day's sorrow! 

How wild his thoughts! how apt to range! 

How apt to vary ! apt to change! 



How intricate and nice 
Is man's perplex'd way to man's desire ; 

Sometimes upon the ice 
He slips, and sometimes falls into the fire; 

His progress is extreme and bold, 

Or very hot, or very cold. 



The common food he doth 
Sustain his soul-tormenting thoughts withal, 

Is honey in his mouth 
To-night, and in his heart, to-morrow, gall ; 

'Tis oftentimes, within an hour, 

Both very sweet and very sour. 



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nOOK 4. EMBLEMS. 219 

If sweet Corinna smile, 
A Heav'n of joys breaks down into his heart : 

Corinna frown awhile, 
Hell's torments are but copies of his smart : 

Within a lustful heart doth dwell 

A seeming Heav'n, a very hell. 

Thus worthless, vain, and void 
Of comfort, are the fruits of earth's employment. 

Which, ere they be enjoy'd, 
Distract us, and destroy us in th' enjoyment; 

These be the pleasures that are priz'd. 

When Heav'n's cheap penn'worth stands despis'd . 

Lord, quench these hasty flashes. 
Which dart as lightning from the thuud'ring skies, 

And ev'ry minute dashes 
Against the wanton windows of mine eyes : 

Lord, close the casement, whilst I stand 

Behind the curtain of thy hand. 



220 ExMBLEMS. BOOK 4. 

S. August. SoUloq. Cap. iv. 
O thou sun, that ilhiminateth both Heaven and 
earth ! w oe be unto those eyes which do not be- 
hold thee : woe be unto those blind eyes w hich 
cannot behold thee : woe be unto those which 
turn away their eyes that they will not behold 
thee: woe be unto those that turn away their 
eyes that they may behold vanity. 

S. Chrts. Sup. Mat. xix. 
What is the evil woman but the enemy of 
friendship, an avoidable pain, a necessary mis- 
chief, a natural temptation, a desirable calamity, 
a domestic danger, a delectable inconvenience, 
and the nature of evil, painted over with the 
colour of good? 



Epic. 5. 
'Tis vain, great God, to close mine eyes from ill. 
When I resolve to keep the old man still ; 
My rambling heart must cov'nant first with thee, 
Or none can pass betwixt mine eye and me. 



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m 



6. 




ESTHER VII. 3. 

If I have found favour in thy sight, and if it please 
the king, let my life be given me at my petition. 

1 HO u art tUe great Ahasuerus, whose command 
Doth stretch from pole to pole; the world's thy 

land ; 
Rebellious Vashti's the cornipted will, 
Which, being call'd, refuses to fulfil 



222 EMBLEMS. BOOK 4. 

Thy just command; Esther, whose tears condole 
The razed city, is tlie regen'rate soul; 
A captive maid, whom thou wilt please to gi'ace 
With nuptial honours in stout Vashti's place : 
Her kinsman, whose unbended knee did thwart 
Proud Haman's glorj', is the fleshly part; 
The sober eunuch, that recall'd to mind 
The new-built gibbet (Haman had divin'd 
For his own ruin,) fifty cubits high, 
Is lustful thought-controlling chastity; 
Insulting Haman is that fleshly lust 
Whose red-hot fury, for a season, must 
Triumph in pride, and study how to tread 
On Mordecai, till royal Esther plead. 

Great King, thy sent-for Vashti will not come ; 
O let the oil of the bless'd virgin's womb 
Cleanse my poor Esther ; look, O look upon her 
AVlth gracious eyes ; and let thy beam of honour 
So scour her captive stains, that she may prove 
An holy object of thy heav'nly love: 
Anoint her with the spikenard of tliy graces. 
Then try the sweetness of her chaste embraces : 
Make her the partner of thy nuptial bed, 
And set thy royal crown upon her head ; 
If then ambitious Haman chance to spend 
His spleen on Mordecai, that scorns to bend 
The wilful stiffness of his stubborn knee. 
Or basely crouch to any lord but thee ; 
If weeping Esther should prefer a groan 
Before the high tribunal of thy throne, 



UOOK 4. EMBLEMS. '^'io 

Hold forth the golden sceptre, and affoixi 
The gentle audience of a gracious Lord : 
And let thy royal Esther be possest 
Of half thy kingdom, at her dear request: 
Curb lustful Haman, him that would disgrace, 
Nay, ravish thy fair queen before thy face : 
And as proud Haman was himself ensnar'd 
On that self-gibbet that himself prepar'd ; 
So nail my lust, both punishment and guilt, 
On that dear cross that mine own lusts have 
built. 



2!':f4 EMBLEMS. BOOK :. 

S. August, in Ep. 
O holy Spirit, always inspire me with holy 
works. Constrain me, that I may do: counsel 
me, that I may love thee; confirm me, that I 
may hold thee; conserve me, that I may not lose 
thee. 

S. AvGvsT. Sup. Joan. 
The spirit lusts where the flesh resteth : for a* 
the flesh is nourished with sweet things, the spirit 
is refreshed with sour. 

Ibidem. 
"VVouldest thou that thy flesh obey thy spirit? 
then let thy spirit obey thy God. Thou must be 
governed, that thou mayest govern. 



EpiG. 6. 
Of mercy and justice is tiiy kingdom built; 
This plagues my sin, and that removes my guilt: 
Whene'er I sue, Ahasuerus-like, decline 
Thy sceptre; Lord, say, half my kingdom's thiin 



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CANTICLES VII. 11. 

Come^ my beloved, let ns go forth into the field; let 
us lodge in the villages, 

CHRIST. SOUL. 

Chr. V^OME, come, my dear, and let us both retire, 
And whifF the dainties of thej^fragrant field : 

Where warbling Phil'mel, and the shrill-mouth'd 

choir [builds 

Chaunt forth their raptures j where the turtle 



226 EMBLEMS. BOOK 4. 

Her lovely nest ; and where the new-bom brier 
Breathes forth the sweetness that her April 
yields : 
Come, come, my lovely fair, and let us try 
These rural delicates; where thou and I 
INIay melt in private flames, and fear no stander-b y. 

Soul. My heart's eternal joy, in lieu of whom 

The earth's a blast, and all the world's a bubble ; 
Our city-mansion is the fairest home. 

But country sweets are ting'd with lesser trouble : 

Let's try them both, and choose the better; come; 

A change in pleasure makes the pleasure double ; 

On thy commands depends my go or tarry, 

I'll stir with Martha, or I'll stay with Mary : 

Our hearts are firmly fit, altho' our pleasures varj. 

Chr. Our country-mansion (situate on high) 
With various objects, sdll renews delight; 
Her arched roof's of unstain'd ivory : 

Her walls of fiery-sparkling chrysolite ; 
Her pavement is of hardest porphyry ; 

Her spacious windows are all glaz'd with bright 
And flaming carbuncles ; no need require 
Titan's feint rays, or Vulcan's feeble fire; 
And ev'ry gate's a pearl; and ev'ry pearl entire. 

Soul. Fool that I was ! how w ere ray thoughts de- 
ceiv'd! 
How falsely was my fond conceit possest ! 
I took it for an hermitage, but pav'd 



BOOK 4. EMBLEMS. 227 

And daub'd with neighb'ring dirt, and thatch'd 
at best. 
Alas ! I ne'er expected more nor crav'd 
A turtle; hop'd but for a turtle's nest: 

Come, come, my dear, and let no idle stay 
Neglect th' advantage of the head-strong day ; 
How pleasure grates, that feels the curb of dull 
delay ! 

Chr. Come, then, my joy; let our divided paces 

Conduct us to our fairest territory; 
O there we'll twine our souls in sweet embraces ; 
Soul. And in thine arms I'll tell my passion's 
story : 
Chr. O there I'll crown thy head with all my graces ; 
Soul. And all these graces shall reflect thy 
glory : 
Chr. O there I'll feed thee with celestial manna; 
I'll be thy Elkanah. Soul. And I, thy Hannah. 
Chr. I'll sound my trump of joy. Soul. And I'll 
resound Hosannah. 



§28 EMBLEMS. BOOK 4. 

.S'. Ber\. 
O blessed contemplation! the death of vices, 
and the life of virtues ! thee tlie law and the pro- 
phets admire: who ever attained perfection, if 
not by thee? O blessed solitude, the magazine of 
celestial treasure! by thee, things earthly and 
transitory are changed into heavenly and eternal. 

S. Bern, in Ep. 
Happy is that house, and blessed is that congre- 
gation, where Martha still complaiueth of Mary. 



Epig. 7. 
Mechanic soul, thou must not only do 
With Martha, but with Mary ponder too : 
Happy's that house where these fair sisters van.-; 
"But most, when Martha's reconcil'd to Mary. 




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CANTICLES I. 3, 4. 

Draw me; tee will run after thee because of the. 
savour of thy good ointments. 

1 Hus, like a lump of the corrupted mass, 
I lie secure, long lost before I was : 
And like a block, beneath whose burthen lies 
That undiscover'd worm that never dies, 

I have no will to rouse, I have no power to rise. 



230 EMBLEMS. BOOK 4. 

Can stinking Lazarus compound or strive 
With death's entangling fetters, and revive? 
Or can the water-buried axe implore 
A hand to raise it, or itself restore, [shore? 
And from her sandy deeps approach the dry-foot 

So hard's the task for sinful flesh and blood 
To lend the smallest step to what is good, 
My God! I cannot move the least degree: 
Ah ! if, but only those that active be, [see. 
None should thy glory see, none should thy glory 

But, if the potter please t' inform the clay : 
Or some strong hand remove the block away : 

Their lowly fortunes soon are mounted higher; 

That proves a vessel, which before was mire; 
And this, being hewn, may serve for better use 
than fire. 

And if that life-restoring voice command 
Dead Laz'rus forth ; or that great Prophet's hand 
Should charm the sullen waters, and begin 
To beckon, or to dart a stick but in, [again. 
Dead Laz'rus must revive, and the axe must float 

Lord, as I am, I have no pow'r at all 
To hear thy voice, or echo to thy call ; 

The gloomy clouds of mine ow n guilt benight me ; 

Thy glorious beams, not dainty sweets, invite me ; 
They neither can direct, nor these at all delight me. 



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See how my sin-bemangled body lies, 
Not having pow'r to will, nor will to rise! 
Shine home upon thy creature, and inspire 
My lifeless will with thy regen'rate fire; 
The first degree to do, is only to desire. 

Give me the pow'r to will, the will to do; 

O raise me up, and I will strive to go : 
Draw me, O draw me with thy treble twist, 
That have no pow'r but merely to resist; 

O lend me strength to do, and then command thy 
list. 

My soul's a clock, whose wheels (for want of use 
And winding up, being subject to th' abuse 
Of eating rust,) want vigour to fulfil 
Her twelve hours task, and show her Maker's 
skill. 
But idly sleeps unmov'd, and standeth vainly still. 

Great God, it is thy work, and therefore good. 
If thou be pleas'd to cleanse it with thy blood, 
And wind it up with thy soul-moving keys. 
Her busy wheels shall serve thee all her days ; 
Her hand shall point thy pow'r, her hammer strike 
thy praise. 



S32 EMBLEMS. BOOK 4. 

-S'. Bern. Ser. xxi. in Cant. 
Let Hs run, let us run but in the savour of thy 
ointment, not in the confidence of our merits, 
not in the greatness of our strength : we trust to 
run, but in the multitude of thy mercies, for 
though we run and are willing, it is not in him 
that willeth, nor in him that nmneth, but in God 
that showeth mercy. O let thy mercy return, 
and we will run : thou, like a giant, runnest by 
tiiy own power J we, unless thy ointment breathe 
upon us, cannot run. 



Epjg. 8. 
Look not, my watch, being once repair'd, to stand 
Expecting motion from thy Maker's hand. 
He 's wound thee up, and cleans'd thy clogs with 

blood: 
If now thy wheels stand still, thou art not good. 



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CANTICLES VIII. 1. 

O that thou wert as my brother^ that sucked the 
breasts of my mother! when I should find thee 
without, I icould kiss thee. 

Gome, come, my blessed infant, and immure thee 

Within the temple of my sacred arms ; 
Secure mine arms, mine arms shall then secure thee 
From Herod's fury, or the high priest's harms : 
Or if thy danger'd life sustain a loss, 
My folded arms shall turn thy dying cross. 



234 EMBLEMS. BOOK 4. 

But ah! what savage tyrant can behold 

The beauty of so sweet a face as this is, 
And not himself be by himself controU'd, 
And change his fury to a thousand kisses? 
One smile of thine is worth more mines of 

treasure 
Than there were myriads in the days of 
Caesar. 

O had the tetrarch, as he knew thy birth, 

So known thy stock, he had not thought to 
paddle 
In thy dear blood ; but prostrate on the earth, 
Had vail'd his crown before thy royal cradle, 
And laid the sceptre of his glory dowTi, 
And begg'd a heav'nly for an earthly crown. 

Illustrious babe ! how is thy handmaid grac'd 
With a rich armful! how dost thou decline 
Thy majesty, that wert so late embrac'd 

In thy great Father's arms, and now in mine ! 
How humbly gracious art thou, to refresh 
Me with thy spirit, and assume my flesh ! 

But must the treason of a traitor's hail 

Abuse the sweetness of tliese ruby lips ? 
Shall marble-hearted cruelty assail , 

These alabaster sides with knotted whips? 
And must these smiling roses entertain 
The blows of scom, and flirts of base dis- 
dain? 



BOOK 4. EMBLEMS. 235 

Ah! must these dainty little springs, that twine 

So fast about my neck, be pierc'd and torn 
With ragged nails? and must these brows resign 
Their crown of glory for a crowTi of thorn? 
Ah ! must the blessed infant taste the pain 
Of death's injurious pangs; nay, worse, be 
slain? 

Sweet babe! at what dear rates do wretched I 

Commit a sin! Lord, ev'ry sin's a dart; 
And ev'ry trespass lets a jav'lin fly ; 
And ev'ry jav'lin wounds thy bleeding heart: 
Pardon, sweet babe, what I have done amiss ; 
And seal that granted pardon with a kiss. 



ass EMBLEMS. EOOK 4. 

S. BoNAFEST. Soliloq. Cap. i. 
O sweet Jesti, I knew not that thy kisses were 
so sweet, nor thy society so delectable, nor thy 
attraction so virtuous : for when I love thee, I 
am clean; when I touch thee, I am chaste; when 
I receive thee, I am a virgin : O most sweet Jesu, 
thy embraces defile not, but cleanse : thy attrac- 
tion polluteth not, but sanctifieth: O Jesu, the 
fountain of universal sweetness, pardon me that I 
believed so late, that so much sweetness is in thy 
embraces. 



EpiG. 9. 
My burden's greatest; let not Atlas boast: 
Impartial reader, judge m hich bears the most : 
He bears but Heav'n, my folded arms sustain 
Heav'n's Maker, whom Heav'n's Heav'n cannot 
contain. 



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CANTICLES III. 1. 

By night on my bed I sought him whom my soul 
loveth; I sought him, but I found him not. 

1 HE learned Cynic having lost the way 

To honest men, did, in the height of day, 

By taper-light, divide his steps about 

The peopled streets, to find this dainty out; 

But fail'd : the Cynic scarch'd not where he ought ; 

The thing he sought for was not where he sought. 



238 EMBLEMS. BOOK 4. 

The wise men's task seem'd harder to be done ; 
The wise men did by star-light seek the Sun, 
And found: the wise men searched it where they 

ought; 
The thing they hop'd to find was where they sought. 
One seeks his wishes where he should; but then 
Perchance he seeks not as he should, nor when. 
Another searches when he should; but there 
He fails ; not seeking as he should, nor where. 
Whose soul desires the good it wants, and would 
Obtain, must seek where, as, and when he should. 
How often have my wild affections led 
My wasted soul to this my widow'd bed, 
To seek my lover, whom my soul desires ! 
(I speak not, Cupid, of thy wanton fires : 
Thy fires are all but dying sparks to mine; 
My flames are full of Heav'n, and all divine.) 
How often have I sought this bed by night. 
To find that greater by this lesser light ! 
How oft have my unwitness'd groans lamented 
Thy dearest absence! ah! how often vented 
The bitter tempests of despairing breath, 
And toss'd my soul upon the waves of death ! 
How often has my melting heart made choice 
Of silent tears (tears louder than a voice) 
To plead my grief, and woo thy absent ear! 
And yet thou wilt not come, thou wilt not hear. 
O, is thy wonted love become so cold? 
Or do mine eyes not seek thee where they should ? 
Why do I seek thee, if thou art not here? 
Or find thee not, if thou art ev'ry where? 



BOOK 4. EMBLEMS. 239 

I see my error ; 'tis not strange I could not 
Find out my love ; I sought him where I should not. 
Thou art not found on downy beds of ease ; 
Alas! thy music strikes on harder keys: 
Nor art thou found by that false feeble light 
Of nature's candle ; our Egyptian night 
Is more than common darkness; nor can we 
Expect a morning but what breaks from thee. 
Well may my empty bed bewail thy loss, 
When thou art lodg'd upon thy shameful cross : 
If thou refuse to share a bed with me, 
We'll never part, I'll share a cross with thee. 



240 EMBLEMS. BOOK I. 

AssELM. in Protolog. i. 
Lord, if thou art not present, where shall I 
seek thee absent? if everywhere, why do I not 
see thee present? thou dwellest in light inaccessi- 
ble; and where is that inaccessible light? or how 
shall I have access to light inaccessible? I be- 
seech thee, Lord, teach me to seek thee, and 
show thyself to the seeker; because I can neither 
seek thee, unless thou teach me ; nor find thee, 
unless thou show thyself to me : let me seek thee 
in desiring thee, and desire thee in seeking thee . 
let me find thee in loving thee, and love thee in 
finding thee. 



EpiG. 10. 
Where should thou seek for rest, but in thy bed? 
But now thy rest is gone, thy rest is fled : 
'Tis vain to seek him there : my soul, be wise ; 
Go ask thy sins, they'll tell thee where he lies. 



BOOK 4. 



£i3IBLEM 



243 




CANTICLES III. 2. 

/ will rise, and go ahotit the city, and tvill ffech- Jiihi 
whom my soul loveth: I sought him, but I found 
him not. 

O HOW my disappointed soul's pcrplex'd! 
How restless thoughts swarm in my troubled 
breast ! 
How vainly pleas'd with hopes, then crossly vext 
With fears ! and how betwixt them both distrest \ 
Q 



242 EHiBLEMS. BOOK 4. 

Wliat place is left unransack'd ? Oh! where next 
Shall 1 go seek the author of my rest? 

Of what bless'd angel shall my lips inquire 
The undiscover'd way to that entire 
And everlasting solace of my heart's desire? 

Look how the stricken hart, that wounded flics 

O'er hills and dales, and seeks the lower grounds 
For running streams, the whilst his weeping eyes 

Beg silent mercy from the foli'wing hounds; 
At length, embost, he droops, drops down, and 
lies 
Beneath the burden of his bleeding wounds : 
E'en so my gasping soul, dissolv'd in tears, 
Doth search for thee, my God, whose deafen'd 
ears 
Leave me the unrausom'd pris'ner to my panic 
fears. 

Where have my busy eyes not pry'd? O where, 
Of whom hath not my threadbare tongue de- 
manded ? 
I scarch'd this glorious city; he's not here: 

I sought the country; she stands empty-handed; 
I search'd the court; he is a stranger there: 
I ask'd the land ; he's ship'd : the sea ; he's landed : 
I climb'd the air, my thoughts began t' aspire ; 
But ah! the wings of my too bold desire, 
•Soaring too near the sun, were sing'd with sacred 
fire. 



BOOK 4. EMBLEMS. 243 

I mov'd the merchant's ear, alas ! but he 

Knew neither what I said, nor what to say : 
I ask'd the lawyer, he demands a fee. 

And then demurs me with a vain delay : 

I ask'd the schoolman, his advice was free, 

But scor'd me out too intricate a way : 

I ask'd the watchman, (best of all the four,) 
Whose gentle answer could resolve no more, 
But that he lately left him at the temple door. 

Thus having sought, and made my great inquest 

In ev'ry place, and search'd in ev'ry ear : 
I threw me on my bed ; but ah ! my rest 

Waspoison'd with th' extremes of grief and fear ; 
Where looking down into my troubled breast, 
The magazine of wounds, I found him there : 
Let others hunt, and show their sportful art; 
I wish to catch the hare before she start. 
As poachers use to do ; heav'n's form's a troubled 
heart. 



244 EMBLEMS. BOOK !. 

S. Ambros, Lib. iii. de Virg. 
Christ is not in the market, nor in the streets: 
for Christ is peace, in the market are strifes: 
Christ is justice, in the market is iniquity: 
Christ is a labourer, in the market is idleness : 
Christ is charity, in the market is slander : Christ 
is faith, in the market is fraud. Let us not 
therefore seek Christ, where Ave cannot find 
Christ. 

S. Hjeron. Ser. ix. Ep. xxii. ad Eustoch. 
Jesus is jealous: he will not have thy fare 
seen: let foolish virgins ramble abroad, seek thou 
thy love at home. 



Epjg. 11. 
What, lost thy love? will neither bed nor board 
Receive him? not by tears to be implor'd? 
It is the ship that moves, and not the coast; 
I fear, I fear, my soul, 'tis thou art lost. 



UOOK 4. 



EMBLEMS. 



12. 




CANTICLES III. 3, 4. 

Have you seen him ivhom my soul loveth] When I 
had past a little from them, then I found him ; I 
took hold on /lim, and left him not. 

What secret corner? what unwonted way- 
Has 'scap'd the ransack of my rambling thought ? 

Tiie fox by night, nor the dull owl by day, 
Have never search'd those places I have sought. 



246 EMBLEMS. BOOK 4. 

Whilst they lamented, absence taught my 

breast 
The ready road to grief, without request ; 
My day had neither comfort, nor my night had rest. 

How hath my unregarded language vented 

The sad tautologies of lavish passion ! 
How often have I languish'd unlamented ! 

How oft have I complain'd, without compassion ! 
I ask'd the city-watch, but some deny'd me 
The common street, whilst others would mis- 
guide me; 
Some would debar me ; some divert me ; some de- 
ride me. 

Mark how the widow'd turtle, having lost 
The faithful partner of her royal heart, 
Stretches her feeble Avings from coast to coast, 
Hunts ev'ry path ; thinks ev'ry shade doth part 
Her absent love and her ; at length, unsped, 
She re-betakes her to her lonely bed. 
And there bewails her everlasting widow-head. 

So when my soul had progress'd ev'ry place. 

That love and dear affection could contrive, 
I threw me on my couch, resolv'd t' embrace 
A death for him in whom I ceas'd to live : 
But there injurious Hymen did present 
His landscape joys ; my pickled eyes did vent 
Full streams of briny tears, tears never to be spent. 



COOK 4. EMBLE3IS. 247 

AVhilst thus my sorrow-wasting soul was feeding 

Upon the radical humour of her thought, 
E'en whilst mine ej^es were blind, and heart was 
bleeding, 
He that was sought unfound, was found unsought : 
As if the sun should dart his orb of lisht 
Into the secrets of the black-brovv'd night: 
E'en so appear'd my love, my soul's delight. 

O how mine eyes, now ravish'd at the sight 

Of my bright sun, shot flames of equal fire! 
Ah! how my soul dissolv'd with o'er delight, 
To re-enjoy the crown of chaste desire ! 
How sov'reign joy depos'd and dispossest 
Rebellious grief ! andhowmy ravishd breast! 
But who can express those heights, that cannot 
be exprest? 

O how these arms, these greedy arms did twine 

And strongly twist about his yielding waist! 
The gappy branches of the Thespian vine 
No'er cling their less beloved elm so fast; 
Boast not thy flames, blind boy, thy feather'd 

shot; 
Let Hymen's easy snarls be quite forgot: 
Time cannot quench our fires, nor death dissolve 
- our knot. 



tiB EMBLEMS. UOOK 4, 

Orig, Horn. X. in Divers. 
O most holy Lord, and sweetest Master, how 
good art thou to those that are of upright heart, 
and humble spirit! O how blessed are they that 
seek thee with a simple heart! how happy that 
trust in thee! it is a most certain truth, that thou 
lovest all that love thee, and never forsakest those 
that trust in thee : for, behold, thy love simply 
sought thee, and undoubtedly found thee: she 
trusted in thee, and is not forsaken of thee, but 
hath obtained more by thee, than she expected 
from thee. 

Beda in Cap. in. Cant. 
The longer I was in finding w horn I sought, the 
more earnestly I beheld him being found. 



EpiG. 12. 
What? found him out? let strong embraces bind 

him ; 
He'll fly, perchance, where tears can never find 

him: 
New sins will lose what old repentance g-ains. 
Wisdom not only gets, but got, retains. 



BOOK 4. 



2'19 




PSALM LXXIII. 28. 

It is good for me to draw near to God ; I have put 
my trust in the Lord God. 

Where is that good, which wise men please to 
The chiefest? doth there any such befal [call 
Within man's reach ? or is there such a good at all 



If such there be, it neither must expire, [high'r: 

Nor change; than which there can be nothing 

Such good must be the utter point of man's desire. 



250 EMBLExMS. BOOK 4. 

It is the mark, to which all hearts must teud; 
Can be desired for no other end, 
Than for itself, on which all other goods depend. 

What may this ex'lence be? doth it subsist 
A real essence clouded in the mist 
Of curious art, or clear to ev'ry eye that list? 

Or is't a tart idea, to procure 
An edge, and keep the practic soul in ure, 
Like that dear chymic dust, or puzzling quad- 
rature? 

Where shall I seek this good? where shall I find 

This cath'lic pleasure, whose extremes may blind 

IMy thoughts? and fill the gulf of my insatiate mind? 

Lies it in treasure? in full heaps untold? 
Doth gouty Mammon's griping hand infold 
This secret saint in sacred shrines of sov'reign gold ? 

No, no, she lies not there ; wealth often sours 
In keeping; makes us hers, in seeming ours ; 
She slides from Heav'n indeed, but not in Danae's 
show'rs. 

Lives she in honour? No. The royal crown 
Builds up a creature, and then batters down : 
Kings raise thee with a smile, and raze thee with a 
frown. 



COOK 4. EMBLEMS. 251 

In pleasure? No. Pleasure begins in rage; 
Acts the fool's part on earth's uncertain stage ; 
Begins the play in youth, and epilogues in age. 

These, t'lese are bastard goods ; the best of these 

Torment the soul with pleasing it; and please, 

Like waters gulp'd in fevers, with deceitful ease. 

Earth's flatt'ring dainties are but sweet distresses : 
Mole-hills perform the mountains she professes, 
Alas ! can earth confer more good than earth pos- 
sesses? 

Mount, mount, my soul, and let my thoughts 

cashier 
Earth's vain delights, and make thy full career 
At Heav'n's eternal joys; stop, stop, thy courser 

there. 

There shall thy soul possess uncareful treasure : 

There shalt thou swim in never-fading pleasure, 

And blaze in honour far above the frowns of Caesar. 

Lord, if my hope dare let her anchor fall 
On thee, the chiefest good, no need to call 
For earth's inferior trash; thou, thou art all in 

ALL. 



252 EMBLEMS. BOOK 4. 

S. AvGusT. Soliloq-, Cap. xiii. 
I follow this thing, I pursue that, but I am filled 
with nothing. But when I found thee, who art 
that immutable, undivided, and only good in thy- 
self, what I obtained, I wanted not; for what I 
obtained not, I grieved not; with what I was 
possessed, my whole desire was satisfied. 

S. Bern. Ser. ix. Sup. Beati qui habent, Sec. 

Let others pretend merit ; let him brag of the 
burthen of the day; let him boast of his sabbath- 
fusts, and let him glory in that he is not as other 
men: but for me, it is good to cleave unto the 
Lord, and to put my trust in my Lord God. 



Epjg. d3. 
Let Boreas' blasts, and Neptune's waves be join'd, 
Thy -(Eolus commands the waves, the wind : 
Fear not the rocks, or world's imperious waves ; 
Thou climb'st a Rock, my soul, a Rock that saves* 



130 ox 1. 



2.33 



14. 




CANTICLES II. 3. 

/ sat clown under his shadow with great delight y 
and his fruit was sweet to my taste. 

LiOOK how the sheep, whose rambling steps do 
stray 

From the safe blessing of her shepherd's eyes, 
Eft-soon becomes the unprotected prey 

To the wing'd squadron of beleag'ring flies; 



S54 EMBLEMS. BOOK 4. 

Where, swelter'd with the scorching beams of day, 

She frisks from bush to brake, and wildly flies 

away 

From her own self, e'en of herself afraid; 

She shrouds her troubled brows in ev'ry glade. 

And craves the mercy of the soft removing shade. 

Een so my wand'ring soul, that hath digress'd 
From her great Shepherd, is the hourly prey 
Of all my sins ; these vultures in my breast 
Gripe my Promethean heart; both night and 
day 
I hunt from place to place, but find no rest; 
I know not where to go, nor where to stay : 
The eye of vengeance burns, her flames invade 
My swelt'ring soul : my soul hath oft assay'd, 
Yet she can find no shroud, yet can she feel no 
shade ? 

I sought the shades of mirth, to wear away 

My slow-pac'd hours of soul-consuming grief; 
I searclrd the shades of sleep, to ease my day 
Of griping sorrows with a night's reprieve. 
I sought the shades of death; thought there t' allay 
My final torments witli a full relief: 

But mirth, nor sleep, nor death, can hide my 

hours 
In the false shades of their deceitful bowers ; 
The first distracts, the next disturbs, the last de- 
vours. 



BOOK 4. EMBLEMS. 255 

Where shall I turn? to wliom shall I apply me? 
Are there no streams where a faint soul may 
wade? 
Thy Godhead, Jesus, are the flames that fry me; 

Hath thy all-glorious Deity ne'er a shade. 
Where I may sit and vengeance never eye me ; 
Where I might sit refresh'd or unafraid? 
Is there no comfort? is there no refection? 
Is there no cover that will give protection 
T' a fainting soul, the subject of thy wrath's re- 
flection ? 

Look up, my soul, advance the lowly stature 

Of thy sad thoughts ; advance thy humble eye : 
See, here's a shadow found : the human nature 

Is made th' umbrella to the Deity, 
To catch the sun-beams of thy just Creator: 
Beneath this covert thou may'st safely lie : 
Permit thine eyes to climb this fruitful tree. 
As quick Zacchceus did, and thou shalt see 
A cloud of dying flesh betwixt those beams and 
thee. 



856 EMBLEMS. BOOK 4, 

GuiL. in Cap. ii. Cant. 
"Who can endure the fierce rays of the Sun of 
justice? who shall not be consumed by his beams ; 
therefore the Sun of justice took flesh, that, 
through the conjunction of that Sun and this 
human body, a shadow may be made. 

S. August. Med. Cap. xxxiv. 
Lord, let my soul flee from the scorching 
thoughts of the world, under the covert of thy 
wings, that, being refreshed by the moderation of 
thy shadow, she may sing merrily. In peace will 
I lay me down and rest. 



Epic. 14. 

Ah! treach'rous soul, would not thy pleasures give 
That Lord, which made thee living, leave to live? 
See what thy sins have done : thy sins have made 
The Sun of Glory now become thy shade. 



J500X -1. 



i>57 



15. 




PSALM cxxxvri.4. 

IIoiv shall we sing the Lord's song- in a strange 

land? 

Urge me no more: this airy mirth belongs 
To better times : these times are not for songs. 
The sprightly twang of the melodious kite 
Agrees not with my voice: and both uusuit 

R 



258 EMBLEMS. BOOK 4. 

My untun'd fortunes : the affected measure 
Of strains that are constrain'd, afford no pleasure. 
Music's the child of mirth? where griefs assail 
The troubled soul, both voice and fingers fail : 
Let such as revel out their lavish days 
In honourable riot; that can raise 
Dejected hearts, and conjure up a sp'rit 
Of madness by the magic of delight ; 
Let those of Cupid's hospital, that lie 
Impatient patients to a smiling eye. 
That cannot rest, until vain hope beguile 
Their flatter'd torment with a wanton smile: 
Let such redeem their peace, and salve the wrongs 
Of froward fortune with their frolic songs : 
My grief, my grief's too great for smiling eyes 
To cure, or counter-charms to exorcise. 
The raven's dismal croaks, the midnight howls 
Of empty wolves, mix'd with the screech of owls, 
The nine sad knells of a dull passing bell. 
With the loud language of a nightly knell. 
And horrid outcries of revenged crimes, 
Join'd in a medley's music for these times; 
These are no times to touch the merry string 
Of Orpheus ; no, these are no times to sing. 
Can hide-bound pris'ners, that have spent their 

souls. 
And famish'd bodies in the noisome holes 
Of hell-black dungeons, apt their rougher throat>, 
Grown hoarse with begging alms, to warble 

notes? 



BOOK 4. EMI5LEMS. 259 

Can the sad pilgrim, that hath lost his way 
In the vast desert ; there condemn'd a prey 
To the wild subject, or his savage king, 
Rouse up his palsy-smitten sp'rits, and sing? 
Can I, a pilgrim, and a pris'ner too, 
Alas ! where I am neither known, nor know 
Aught but my torments, an unransom'd stranger 
In this strange climate, in a laud of danger? 
O, can my voice be pleasant, or my hand. 
Thus made a pris'ner to a foreign land? 
How can my music relish in your ears. 
That cannot speak for sobs, nor sing for tears? 
Ah! if my voice could, Orpheus-like, unspel 
My poor Eurydice, my soul, from hell 
Of earth's misconstrued Heav'n, O then my breast 
Should warble airs, whose rhapsodies should feast 
The ears of seraphims, and entertain 
Heav'n's highest Deity with their lofty strain: 
A strain well drench'd in the true Thespian well, 
Till then, earth's semiquaver, mirth, farewell. 



260 EMBLEMS. BOOK 4. 

S. August. Med. Cap. xxxiii. 
O infinitely happy are those heavenly virtues, 
which are able to praise thee in holiness and 
purity with excessive sweetness, and unutterable 
exaltation! from thence they praise thee, from 
whence they rejoice, because they continually see 
for what they rejoice, for what they praise thee : 
but we, pressed down with this burden of flesh, far 
removed from thy countenance in this pilgrimage, 
and blown up with worldly vanities, cannot wor- 
thily praise thee: we praise thee by faith, not 
face to face; but those angelical spirits praise 
thee face to face, and not by faith. 



EpiG. i5. 
Did I refuse to sing? Said I, these times 
Were not for songs : nor music for these climes ; 
It was my error : are not groans and tears 
Harmonious raptures in th' Almighty's ears? 



BOOK THE FIFTH. 
1. 



CANTICLES V. 8. 

I charge you, O daughters of Jerusalem, if you find 
my beloved, that you tell him that I am sick of 
love. 

1 E holy virgins, that so oft surround 
The city's sapphire walls ; whose snowy feet 

Measure the pearly paths of sacred ground, 
And trace the new Jerusalem's jasper street ; 



262 EMBLEMS. BOOK 5. 

Ah ! you whose care-forsaken hearts ar^ crovvnd 
With your best wishes; that enjoy the sweet 
Of all your hopes; if e'er you chance to spy 
My absent love, O tell him that I lie 
Deep wounded w ith the flames that fumac'd from 
his eye. 

I charge you, virgins, as you hope to hear 

The heav'nly music of your Lover's voice; 
I charge you, by the solemn faith you bear 

To plighted vows, and to that loyal choice 
Of your affections, or, if aught more dear 
You hold; by Hymen, by your marriage joys; 
I charge you tell him, that a flaming dart, 
Shot from his eye, hath pierc'd my bleeding 
heart, 
And I am sick of love, and languish in my smart. 

Tell him, O tell him, how my panting breast 
Is scorch'd with flames, and how my soul is 
pin'd; 
Tell him, O tell him, how I lie opprest 

With the full tonnents of a troubled mind ; 
O tell him, tell him, that he loves in jest, 
But I in earnest; tell him he's unkind: 
But if a discontented frown appears 
Upon his angry brow, accost his ears 
With soft and fewer words, and act the rest in 
tears. 



BOOK 5. EMBLEMS. 263 

O tell him, that his cruelties deprive 

My soul of peace, while peace in vain she seeks; 
Tell him, those damask roses that did strive 

With white, both fade upon my sallow cheeks j 
Tell him, no token doth proclaim I live. 

But tears, and sighs, and sobs, and sudden shrieks ; 
Thus if your piercing w^ords should chance to 

bore 
His heark'ning ear, and move a sigh, give o'er 
To speak ; and tell him, tell him that I could no 

more. 

•>. 

If your elegious breath should hap to rouse 

A happy tear, close harb'ring in his eye. 
Then urge his plighted faith, the sacred vows, 

Which neither I can break, nor he deny ; 
Bewail the torment of his loyal spouse, 
That for his sake would make a sport to die : 
O blessed virgins, how my passion tires 
Beneath the burden of her fond desires! 
Heav'n never shot such flames, earth never felt 
such fires ! 



264 EMBLEMS. BOOK 5. 

S. August. Med. Cap. xl. 
What shall I say? what shall I do? whither shall 
I go? where shall I seek him? or when shall I find 
him? whom shall I ask? who will tell my beloved 
that I am sick of love? 

GuLiEL. in Cap. v. Cant. 
I live, but not I : it is my beloved that liveth 
in me: I love, myself, not with my o\m love, but 
with the love of my beloved that loveth me : I 
love not myself in myself, but myself in him, and 
him in me. 



Epic. 1. 
Grieve not, my soul, nor let thy love wax faint: 
Weep'st thou to lose the cause of thy complaint? 
He'll come; love ne'er was bound to times nor 

laws : 
Till then thy tears complain without a cause. 



KOOK 5. 



i65 



2. 




CANTICLES II. 5. 

&lafj me tvith flowers, and comfort me with apples, 
for I am sick of love, 

O TYRANT love! how doth thy sov'reign pow'r 
Subject poor souls to thy imperious thrall! 

They say, thy cup's compos'd of sweet and sour; 
They say, thy diet's honey mix'd with gallj 

How comes it then to pass, these lips of ours 
Still trade in bitter; taste no sweet at all? 



ti66 EMBLEMS. BOOK 5. 

O tyrant love! shall our perpetual toil 
Ne'er find a sabbath to refresh awhile 
Our drooping souls? art thou all frowns, and ne'er 
a smile? 



Ye blessed maids of honour, that frequent 

The royal courts of our renown'd Jehove, 
With flowers restore my spirits faint and spent; 

O fetch me apples from love's fruitful grove, 
To cool my palate, and renew my scent. 
For I am sick, for I am sick of love : 
These will revive my dry, my wasted powers, 
And they will sweeten my unsav'ry hours; 
Refresh me then with fruit, and comfort me with 
flowers. 



O bring mc apples to assuage that fire. 

Which, ^tna-like, inflames my flaming breast; 
Nor is it every apple I desire. 

Nor that which pleases ev'ry palate best: 
'Tis not the lasting deuzan I require: 

Nor yet the red-cheek'd queening I request : 
Nor that which first beshrew'd the name of 

wife. 
Nor that whose beauty caus'd the golden 
strife; 
No, no, bring me an apple from the tree of life. 



BOOK 5. EMBLEMS. 267 

Virgins, tuck up your silken laps, and fill ye 
With the fair wealth of Flora's magazine ; 
The purple violet, and the pale-fac'd lily : 

The pansy and the organ columbine; 
The flow'ring thyme, the gilt bowl daffodilly ; 
The lowly pink, the lofty eglantine : 
The blushing rose, the queen of flowers, and 

best 
Of Flora's beauty ; but above the rest, 
Let Jesse's sov'reign flow'r perfume my qualmiug 
breast. 

Haste, virgins, haste, for I lie weak, and faint 

Beneath the pangs of love ; why stand ye mute, 
As if your silence neither cared to grant. 
Nor yet your language to deny my suit? 
No key can lock the door of my complaint, 
Until I smell this flow'r, or taste that fruit. 
Go, virgins, seek this tree, and search that 

bower; 
O, how my soul shall bless that happy hour. 
That brings to me such fruit, that brings me sucl^ 
a flower ! 



268 EMBLEMS. BOOK 5. 

GisTES. in Cap. ii. Cant. Expos. 3. 
O happy sickness, where the infirmity is not to 
death, but to life, that God may be glorified by 
it! O happy fever, that proceedeth not from a 
consuming, but a calcining fire! O happy dis- 
temper, wherein the soul relisheth no earthly 
things, but only savoureth divine nourislmient! 

S. Bern. Serm. li. in Cant. 
By flowers, understand faith; by fruit, good 
works. As the flower or blossom is before the 
fruit, so is faith before good works: so neither is 
the fruit without the flower, nor good works with- 
out faith. 



Epig. 2. 
Why apples, O my soul? can they remove 
The pains of grief, or ease the flames of love? 
It was that fruit which gave the first offence; 
That sent him hither; that remov'd him hence. 




269 



CANTICLES II. 16. 

3Iy beloved is mine, and I am his; he feedeth 
among the lilies. 

JL'en like two little bank-dividing brooks, 
That wash the pebbles with their wanton streams, 

And having rang'd and search'd a thousand nooks, 
Meet both at length in silver-breasted Thames, 
Where in a greater current they conjoin: 

So I my best beloved's am; so he is mine. 



270 EMBLEMS. BOOK 5. 

E'en so we met; and after long pursuit, 
E'en so Ave join'd, we both became entire; 

No need for either to renew a suit, 
For I was flax, and he was flames of fire. 
Our firm united souls did more than twine; 

So I my best beloved's am; so he is mine. 

If all those glitt'ring monarchs, that command 
The servile quarters of this earthly ball. 

Should tender, in exchange, their shares of land, 
I would not change my fortunes for them all : 
Their wealth is but a counter to my coin ; 

The world's but theirs; but my beloved's mine. 

Nay, more; if the fair Thespian ladies all 

Should heap together their diviner treasure, 

That treasure should be deem'd a price too small 

To buy a minute's lease of half my pleasure ; 

'Tis not the sacred wealth of all the nine 

Can buy my heart from him, or his from being 

mine. 

Nor time, nor place, nor chance, nor death can 
bow 
My least desires unto the least remove; 
He's firmly mine by oath; I his by vow; 
He's mine by faith; and I am his by love; 
He's mine by water; I am his by wine; 
Thus I my best beloved's am ; thus he is mine. 



BOOK 5. EMDLEMS. 127" 

He is my altar; 1 his holy place; 

I am his guest ; and he my living food ; 
I'm his by penitence; he mine by grace; 

I'm his by purchase ; he is mine by blood ; 
He's my supporting helm : and I his vine : 
Thus I my best beloved's am; thus he is mine. 

He gives me wealth, I give him all my vom's: 

I give him songs ; he gives me length of days : 
With wreaths of grace he crowns my conquering 
brows : 
And I his temples with a crown of praise, 
Which he accepts; an everlasting sign, 
That I my best beloved's am ; that he is mine. 



S72 EMBLEMS. BOOK 5. 

5'. AvGisT. Manii. Cap. xxiv. 
O my soul, stamped \vith the image of thy God, 
love him of whom thou art so much beloved : bent 
to him that boweth to thee, seek him that seeketh 
thee : love the lover, by whose love thou art pre 
vented, begin the cause of thy love : be careful 
with those that are careful, want with those that 
want; be clean with the clean, and holy with tht 
holy: choose this friend above all friends, who 
when all are taken away, remaineth only faithful 
to thee : in the day of thy burial, when all leave 
thee, he will not deceive thee, but defend thee 
from the roaring lions prepared for their prey. 



Epic. 3. 

Sing, Hymen, to my soul: what, lost and found? 
Welcom'd, espous'd, enjoy'd so soon and cro^^•n'd! 
He did but climb the cross, and then came down 
To the gates of hell ; triumph'd, and fctch'd a 
crown. 



BOOK 5. 



EMBLEMS. 



273 



4. 




CANTICLES VII. 10. 

/ am my beloved's^ and his desire is towards me. 

LiiKE to the arctic needle, that doth guide 
The wand'ring shade by his magnetic pow'r, 

And leaves his silken gnomon to decide 
The question of the controverted hour, 



274 EMBLEMS. BOOK 5. 

First frantics up and down from side to side, 
And restless beats his crystai'd iv'ry case, 
Withvain impatience jets from place to place, 

And seeks the bosom of his frozen bride ; 

At length he slacks his motion, and doth rest 

His trembling point at his bright pole's beloved 
breast. 

E'en so my soul, being hurried here and there, 
By ev'ry object that presents deUght, 

Fain would be settled, but she knows not where ; 
She likes at morning what she loaths at night : 

She bows to honour ; then she lends an ear [sure, 
To that sweet swan-like voice of dying plea- 
Then tumbles in the scatter'd heaps of treasure ; 

Now flatter'd with false hope ; nowfoil'd with fear : 
Thus finding all the world's delight to be 

Butempty toys, good God, she points alone to thee. 

But hath the virtued steel a power to move? 
Or can the untouch'd needle point aright? 
Or can my wand'ring thoughts forbear to rove, 

Unguided by the virtue of thy sp'rit? 
O hath my leaden soul the art t' improve 
Her wasted talent, and, unrais'd, aspire 
In this sad moulting time of her desire? 
Not first belov'd, have I the power to love; 

I cannot stir, but as thou please to move me, 
Nor can my heart return thee love, until thou 
love me. 



BOOK 5. EMBLEMS. 275 

The still commandress of the silent night 

Borrows her beams from her bright brother's 
eye; 
His fair aspect fills her sharp horns with light, 

If he withdraw, her flames are quench'd and die : 
E'en so the beams of thy enlight'ning sp'rit, 
Infus'd and shot into my dark desire, 
Inflame my thoughts, and fill my soul with fire, 
That I am ravish'd with a new delight ; 

But if thou shroud thy face, my glory fades, 
And I remain a nothing, all compos'd of shades. 

Eternal God ! O thou that only art 

The sacred fountain of eternal light, 
And blessed loadstone of ray better part, 

O thou, my heart's desire, my soul's delight! 
Reflect upon my soul, and touch my heart, 

And then my heart shall prize no good above 

thee; 
And then my soul shall know thee; knowing, 
love thee; 
And then my trembling thoughts shall never start 
From thy commands, or swerve the least de- 
gree, 
Or once presume to move, but as they move in thee. 



276 EMBLEMS. BOOK j. 

S. AvGvsT. Med. Cap. x. 
If man can love man with so entire affection, 
that the one can scarce brook the other's absence; 
if a bride can be joined to her bridegroom with 
so great an ardency of mind, that for the extre- 
mity of love she can enjoy no rest, nor suffer his 
absence without great anxiety, with what affec- 
tion, with what fervency ought the soul, whom 
thou hast espoused by faith and compassion, to 
love thee, her true God, and glorious bridegroom? 



EpiG. 4. 
My soul, thy love is dear: 'iwas thought a good 
And easy penn'worth of thy Saviour's blood : 
But be not proud; all matters rightly scann'd, 
'Twas over-bousht: 'twas sold at second-hand. 



^77 




CANTICLES V. 6. 

My soul melted whilst my beloved spake^ 

JLoRD, has the feeble voice of flesh and blood 
The pow'r to work thine ears into a flood 
Of melted mercy? or the strength t' unlock 
The gates of Heav'n, and to dissolve a rock 
Of marble clouds into a morning show'r? 
Or hath the breath of whining dust the pow'r 



278 EMBLEMS. fiOOK 5. 

To stop or snatch a falling thunderbolt 
From thy fierce hand, aud make thy hand revolt 
From resolute confusion, and, instead 
Of vials, pour full blessings on our head? 
Or shall the want of famish'd ravens cry, 
And move thy mercy to a quick supply? 
Or shall the silent suits of drooping flow'rs 
Woo thee for drops, and be refresh'd with show'rs? 
Alas! what marvel then, great God, what wonder, 
If thy hell-rousing voice, that splits in sunder 
The brazen portals of eternal death ; 
What wonder if that life-restoring breatli, 
Which dragg'd me from th' infernal shades of night, 
Should melt my ravish'd soul with o'er-delight? 
O can my frozen gutters choose but run, 
That feel the warmth of such a glorious sun? 
Methinks his language, like a flaming arrow. 
Doth pierce my bones, and melts their wounded 

marrow. 
Thy flames, O Cupid, (though the joyful heart 
Feels neither tang of grief, nor fears the smart 
Of jealous doubts, but drunk with full desires) 
Are torments, weighd with these celestial fires ; 
Pleasures that ravish in so high a measure. 
That O, I languish in excess of pleasure : 
What ravish'd heart, that feels these melting joys, 
Would not despise and loathe the treacherous toys 
Of dunghill earth? what soul would not be proud 
Of wry-mouth'd scorns, the worst that flesh and 

blood 



BOOK .5. EMBLEMS. 27J 

Had rancour to devise ? who would not bear 
The world's derision with a thankful ear? 
What palate would refuse full bowls of spite 
To gain a minute's taste of such delight ? 
Great spring of light, in whom there is no shade 
But what my interposed sins have made; 
Whose mairow-melting fires admit no screen 
But what my own rebellions put between 
Their precious flames and my obdurate ear ; 
Disperse this plague-distilling cloud, and clear 
My mungy soul into a glorious day : 
Transplant this screen, remove this bar away; 
Then, then my fluent soul shall feel the fires 
Of thy sweet voice, and my dissolv'd desires 
Shall turn a sov'reign balsam, to make whole 
Those wounds my sins inflicted on thy souL 



i!BO EMBLEMS. BOOK 5. 

R AvGVST. Soliloq. Cap. xxxiv. 
What fire is this that so warnieth my heart? 
what light is this that so enlighteneth my soul ? O 
fire! that always buraeth, and never goeth out. 
kindle me : O light, which ever shineth, and art 
never darkened, illuminate me : O that I had my 
heat from thee, most holy fire! how sweetly dost 
thou burn! how secretly dost thou shine! how 
desiredly dost thou inflame me! 

S. BoNAFENT. Stim, Amoris. Cap. viii. 
It maketh God man, and man God; things 
temporal, eternal; mortal, immortal; it maketh 
an enemy, a friend ; a servant, a son ; vile things, 
glorious; cold hearts, fiery; and hard things, li- 
quid. 



Epig. 5. 
My soul, thy gold is true, but full of dross ; 
Thy Saviour's breath refines thee with some loss 
His gentle furnace makes thee pure as true; 
Thou must be melted ere th'art cast anew. 



BOOK 5. 



EMBLEMS. 



281 




PSALM LXXIII. 25. 

Whom have I in heaven but thee? and there is none 
upon earth that I desire beside thee. 

I LOVE (and have some cause to love) the earth ; 

She is my Maker's creature, therefore good : 

She is my mother, for she gave me birth; 

She is my tender nurse ; she gives me food : [thee ? 
But what's a creature, Lord, compar'd with 
Or what's my mother, or my nurse, to me? 



S82 EMBLEMS. BOOK r,. 

I love the air; her dainty sweets refresh 

My drooping soul, and to new sweets invite me ; 

Her shrill-mouth'd choir sustain me with their 
flesh, 

And with their Polyphonian notes delight me : 
But what's the air, or all the sweets, that she 
Can bless my soul withal, compar'd to thee? 

I love the sea; she is my fellow-creature. 
My careful purveyor; she provides me store : 
She walls me round ; she makes my diet greater ; 
She wafts my treasure from a foreign shore : 
But, Lord of oceans, when compar'd with thee, 
What is the ocean, or her wealth, to me? 

To Heav'n's high city I direct my journey, 
Whose spangled suburbs entertain mine eye; 
Mine eye, by contemplation's great attorney, 
Transcends the crystal pavement of the sky : 

But what is Heav'n, great God, compar'd to 
thee? 

Without thy presence, Heav'n's no Heav'n to me. 

Without thy presence, earth gives no refection ; 

Without thy presence, sea affords no treasure; 

Without thy presence, air's a rank infection; 

Without thy presence, Heav'n itself 's no pleasure ; 
If not possess'd, if not enjoy'd in thee, 
What's earth, or sea, or air, or Heaven, to me ? 



BOOK 5. EMBLEMS. 283 

The highest honours that the world can boast 
Are subjects far too low for my desire; 
The brightest beams of glory are (at most) 
But dying sparkles of thy living fire : 

The proudest flames that earth can kindle be 
But nightly glow-worms, if compar'd to thee. 

Without thy presence, wealth are bags of cares ; 

Wisdom, but folly; joy, disquiet, sadness: 

Friendship is treason, and delights are snares; 

Pleasure's but pain, and mirth but pleasing mad- 
ness; 
Without thee, Lord, things be not what they be. 
Nor have their being, when compar'd with thee. 

In having all things, and not thee, what have I ? 

Not having thee, what have my labours got? 

Let me enjoy but thee, M'hat farther crave I? 

And having thee alone, what have I not? 
I wish nor sea, nor land; nor would I be 
Possess'd of Heav'n, Heav'n unpossess'd of 
thee. 



£84 EMBLEMS. BOOK 5. 

BosAFENT. Soliloq. Cap. i. 
Alas ! my God, now I understand (but blush 
to confess) that the beauty of thy creatures hath 
deceived mine eyes, and I have not observed that 
thou art more amiable than all the creatures ; to 
which thou hast communicated but one drop of 
thy inestimable beauty: for who hath adorned 
the heavens with stars? who hath stored the air 
with fowl, the waters with fish, the earth with 
plants and flowers? but what are all these but a 
small spark of divine beauty. 

S. Chrys. Horn. v. in Ep. ad Rom. 
In having nothing, I have all things, because I 
have Christ. Having therefore all things in him, 
I seek no other reward; for he is the universal 
reward. 



EriG. 6. 
Who would not throw his better thoughts about 

him, 
And scorn this dross within him; that, without 

him? 
Cast up, my soul, thy clearer eye; behold, 
If thou be fully melted, there's the mould. 




285 



PSALM CXX. D. 

I Foe is me, that I sojourn in Blesech, that I dwell 
in the tents of Kedar ! 

Is nature's course dissolv'd? doth time's glass 

stand? 
Or hath some frolic heart set back the hand 
Of fate's perpetual clock? will't never strike? 
Is crazy time grown lazy, faint, or sick, 



286 EMBLEMS. BOOK 5. 

With very age? or hath that great pair-royal 

Of adamantine sisters late made trial 

Of some new trade? shall mortal hearts grow old 

In sorrow? shall my weary arms infold, 

And under-prop my panting sides for ever? 

Is there no charitable hand will sever 

My well-spun thread, that my imprison'd soul 

May be deliver'd from this dull dark hole 

Of dungeon flesh? O shall I, shall I never 

Be ransom'd, but remain a slave for ever? 

It is the lot of man but once to die, 

But e'er that death, how many deaths have I? 

What human madness makes the world afraid 

To entertain Heav'n's joys, because convey'd 

By the hand of death? will nakedness refuse 

Rich change of robes, because the man's not 

spruce 
That brought them? or will poverty send back 
Full bags of gold, because the bringer's black ? 
Life is a bubble, blown with whining breaths, 
Fill'd with the torment of a thousand deatlis; 
Which being prick'd by death (while death de- 
prives 
One life) presents the soul a thousand lives: 
O frantic mortal, how hath earth bewitch'd 
Thy bedlam soul, which hath so fondly pitch'd 
Upon her false delights! delights that cease 
Before enjoyment finds a time to please : 
Her fickle joys breed doubtful fears ; her fears 
Bring hopeful griefs ; her griefs weep fearful tears : 



P.OOK 5. EMBLEMS. 287 

Tears coin deceitful hopes ; hopes careful doubt, 

And surly passion justles passion out: 

To-day we pamper with a full repast 

Of lavish mirth, at night we weep as fast: 

To-night we swim in wealth, and lend; to-morrow, 

We sink in want, and find no friend to borrow. 

In what a climate doth my soul reside? 

Where pale-fac'd murder, the fisrt-born of pride, 

Sets up her kingdom in the very smiles. 

And plighted faiths of men like crocodiles : 

And land, where each embroider'd sattin word 

Is lin'd with fraud; where Mars his lawless sword 

Exiles Astraea's balance ; where that hand 

Now slays his brother, that new-sow'd his land; 

O that my days of bondage would expire 

In this lewd soil! Lord, how my soul's on fire 

To be dissolv'd, that I might once obtain 

Those long'd-for joys, long'd for so oft in vain! 

If, Moses-like, I may not live possest 



288 EMBLEMS. BOOK 3. 

S. AuGVST. Soliloq. Cap. xii. 
My life is a frail life; a corruptible life; a life, 
which the more it increaseth, the more it decreas- 
eth: the farther it goeth the nearer it cometh to 
death. A deceitful life, and like a shadow, full 
of the snares of death: now I rejoice, now I lan- 
guish, now I flourish, now infirm, now I live, and 
straight I die ; now I seem happy, always misera- 
ble ; now I laugh, now I weep : thus all things 
are subject to mutability, that nothing continueth 
an hour in one estate : O joy above joy, exceed- 
ing all joy, without which there is no joy, when 
shall I enter into tliee, that I may see my God 
that dwelleth in thee? 



EpiG. 7. 

Art thou so weak? O canst thou not digest 
An hour of travel for a night of rest? 
Cheer up, my soul, call home thy sp'rits, and bear 
One bad Good-friday, full-mouth'd Easter's near. 



BOOK 5. EMBLEM ». 



289 




ROi>I. VII. ,'4. 

O wretched man that I am ! who shall deliver me 
from the body of this death ? 

13ehold thy darling, which thy lustful care 
Pampers, for which thy restless thoughts prepare 
Such early cares; for whom thy bubbling brow 
So often sweats, and bankrupt eyes do owe 



290 EMBLEMS. BOOK 3. 

Such midnight scores to nature, for whose sake 
Base earth is sainted, the infernal lake 
Unfear'd, the crown of glory poorly rated : 
Thy God neglected, and thy brother hated; 
Behold thy darling, whom thy soul affects 
So dearly ; whom thy fond indulgence decks 
And puppets up in -oft, in silken weeds ; 
Behold the darling, whom thy fondness feeds 
With far-fetch'd delicates, the dear-bought gains 
Of ill-spent time, the price of half my pains : 
Behold thy darling, who, when clad by thee. 
Derides thy nakedness; and when most free. 
Proclaims her lover slave; and being fed 
Most full, then strikes the indulgent feeder dead. 
What mean'st thou thus, my poor deluded soul. 
To love so fondly? can the burning coal 
Of thy affection last without the fuel 
Of counter love? is thy compeer so cruel, 
And thou so kind to love, unlov'd again? 
Canst thou sow favours, and thus reap disdain? 
Remember, O remember thou art born 
Of royal blood; remember thou art sworn 
A maid of honour in the court of Heav'n ; 
Remember what a costly price was giv'n 
To ransom thee from slav'ry thou w^ert in : 
And wilt thou now, my soul, turn slave again? 
The Son and Heir to Heav'n's Tri-une JEHOVE 
Would fain become a suitor for thy love, 
And offers for thy dow'r his Father's throne, 
To sit for seraphims to gaze upon; 



BOOK 5. EMBLEMS. 291 

He'll give thee honour, pleasure, wealth, and things 

Transcending far the majesty of kings : 

And wilt thou prostrate to the odious charms 

Of this base scullion? shall his hollow arms 

Hug thy soft sides? shall these coarse hands untie 

The sacred zone of thy virginity? 

For shame, degen'rous soul, let thy desire 

Be quick'ned up with more heroic fire ; 

Be wisely proud, let thy ambitious eye 

Read noble objects; let thy thoughts defy 

Such am'rous baseness; let thy soul disdain 

Th' ignoble proffers of so base a swain; 

Or if thy vows be past, and Hymen's bands 

Have ceremonied your unequal hands. 

Annul, at least avoid, thy lawless act 

With insufficiency, or pre-contract: 

Or if the act be good, yet may'st thou plead 

A second freedom; or the flesh is dead. 



292 EMBLEMS. BOOK j. 

NjzfANz. Orat. xvi. 
How I am joined to this body I know not ; 
which, when it is healthful, provoketh me to war, 
and, being damaged by war, afFecteth me with 
grief; which I both love as a fellow-servant, and 
hate as an utter enemy : it is a pleasant foe, and 
a perfidious friend. O strange conjunction and 
alienation: what I fear I embrace, and what I 
love I am afraid of; before I make war, I am re- 
conciled j before I enjoy peace, I am at variance. 



Epjg. 8. 
What need that house be daub'd with flesh and 

blood? 
Hang'd round with silks and gold? repair'd with 

food? 
Cost idly spent ! that cost doth but prolong 
Thy thraldom. Fool, thou mak'st thy jail too 

stronjr. 



29.3 



9. 




PillLIPPIANS I. 23. 

/ a7n in a stimt betwixt two, having a desire to 
depart, and to be icith Christ. 

t\ hat meant our careful parents so to wear, 
And lavish out their ill-extended hours, 

To purchase for us large possessions here. 

Which (though unpurchas'd) are too truly ours ? 



294 EMBLEMS. BOOK 5. 

What meant they, ah! what meant they to 

endure 
Such loads of needless labour, to procure 
And make that thing our own, which was our own 
too sure? 

What mean these liv'ries and possessive keys? 
What mean these bargains, and these needless 

sales ? 
What mean these jealous, these suspicious ways 
Of law devis'd, and law dissolv'd entails? 
No need to sweat for gold, wherewith to buy 
Estates of high-priz'd land; no need to tie 
Earth to their heirs, were they but clogg'd with 
earth as I. 

were their souls but clogg'd with earth as I, 
They would not purchase with so salt an itch ; 

They would not take of alms, what now they buy ; 

Nor call him happy, whom the world counts rich ; 

They would not take such pains, project and 

prog, 
To charge their shoulders with so great a log : 
Who hath the greater lands, hath but the greater 
clog. 

1 cannot do an act which earth disdains not ; 

I cannot think a thought which earth corrupts 
not; 
I cannot speak a word which earth profanes not ; 
I cannot make a vow earth interrupts not: 



BOOK 5. EMBLEMS. 295 

If I but offer up an early groan, 

Or spread my wings to Heav'n's long long'd- 

for throne, 
She darkens my complaints, and drags my off'ring 

down. 

E'en like the hawk, (whose keeper's wary hands 
Have made a pris'ner to her weath'ring stock) 
Forgetting quite the pow'r of her fast bauds, 
Makes a rank bate from her forsaken block ; 
But her too faithful leash doth soon retain 
Her broken flight, attempted oft in vainj 
It gives her loins a twitch, and tugs her back again. 

So, when my soul directs her better eye 

To Heav'n's bright palace, where my treasure 

I spread my willing wings, but cannot fly; [lies, 

Earth hales me down, I cannot, cannot rise : 

When I but strive to mount the least degree, 

Earth gives a jerk, and foils me on my knee; 

Lord, how my soul is rack'd betwixt the world 

and thee ! 

Great God, I spread my feeble wings in vain; 

In vain I offer my extended hands : 
I cannot mount till thou unlink my chains : 
I cannot come till thou release my bands : 
Which if thou please to break, and then supply 
My wings with spirit, th' eagle shall not fly 
A pitch that's half so fair, nor half so swift as I. 



296 EMBLEMS. BOOK 5. 

S. BosjfENT. Soliloq. Cap. i. 
Ah ! sweet Jesus, pierce the marrow of my soul 
with the healthful shafts of thy love, that it may 
truly burn, and melt, and languish, with the only 
desire of thee; that it may desire to be dissolved, 
and to be with thee : let it hunger alone for the 
bread of life : let it thirst after thee, the spring 
and fountain of eternal light, the stream of true 
pleasure : let it always desire thee, seek thee, and 
find the€, and sweetly rest in thee. 



EpiG. 9. 



What, will thy shackles neither loose nor break? 
Are they too strong, or is thine arm too weak? 
Art will prevail where knotty strength denies; 
My soul, there's aquafortis in thine eyes. 



ROOK 5. 



297 



10. 




PSALM CXLII. 7. 

Bring my soul out of prison, that I may praise 
thy name. 

j\1y soul is like a bird, my flesh the cage, 
Wherein she wears her weary pilgrimage 
Of hours, as few as evil, daily fed 
With sacred wine and sacramental bread: 



298 EMBLEMS. BOOK 5. 

The keys that lock her in and let her out, 
Are birth and death; 'twixt both she hops about 
From perch to perch, from sense to reason; then 
From higher reason down to sense again : 
From sense she climbs to faith ; Avhere for a season 
She sits and sings ; then down again to reason : 
From reason back to faith, and straight from thence 
She rudely flutters to the perch of sense: 
From sense to hope ; then hops from hope to doubt, 
From doubt to dull despair; there seeks about 
For desp'rate freedom, and at ev'ry grate 
She wildly thrusts, and begs the untimely date 
Of th' unexpir'd thraldom, to release 
The afflicted captive, that can find no peace. 
Thus am I coop'd ; within this fleshly cage 
I wear my youth, and waste my weary age ; 
Spending that breath, which was ordain'd to chant 
Heav'n's praises forth, in sighs and sad complaint : 
Whilst happier birds can spread their nimble wing 
From shrubs to cedars, and there chirp and sing, 
In choice of raptures, the harmonious story 
Of man's redemption, and his Maker's glory : 
You glorious martyrs, you illustrious stoops, 
That once were cloister'd in your fleshly coops 
As fast as I, what rhet'ric had your tongues? 
What dext'rous art had your elegiac songs? 
What Paul-like pow'r had your admii-'d devotion? 
What shackle-breaking faith infus'd such motion 
To your strong pray'r, that could obtain the boon 
To be enlarg'd; to be uncag'd so soon? 



BOOK 3. EMBLEMS. 2P9 

Whilst I, poor I, can sing my daily tears, 
Grown old in bondage, and can find no ears : 
You great partakers of eternal glory, 
That with your Heaven-prevailing oratory 
Releas'd your souls from your terrestrial cage, 
Permit the passion of my holy rage 
To recommend my sorrows, dearly known 
To you, in days of old, and once your own, 
To your best thoughts, (but oh't doth not befit ye 
To move your prayers ; you love joy, not pity :) 
Great Lord of souls, to whom should pris'ners fly 
But thee? thou hadst a cage as well as I; 
And, for my sake, thy pleasure was to know 
The sorrows that it brought, and felt'st them too : 
O let me free, and I will spend those days, 
Which now I waste in begging, in thy praise. 



SOO EMBLEMS. BOOK .3. 

AysELM. in Protolog. Cap. i. 
O miserable condition of mankind, that has 
lost that for which he was created ! alas ! what 
hath he lost? and what hath he found? he hath 
lost happiness for which he was made, and found 
misery for which he was not made: what is gone? 
and what is left? that thing is gone, without which 
he is unhappy ; that thing is left, by which he is 
miserable : O wretched men ! from whence are we 
expelled? to what are we impelled? whence are 
we thrown? and whither are we hurried? from 
our home into banishment ; from the sight of God 
into our own blindness ; from the pleasure of im- 
mortality to the bitterness of death: miserable 
change ! from how great a good, to how great an 
evil! ah me! what have I enterprised? what have 
I done? whither did I go? whither am I come? 



Epic. 10. 
PauPsmidnight voice prevail'd ; his music's thunder 
Unhing'd the prison-doors, split bolts in sunder: . 
And sitt'st thou here, and hang'st the feeble wing ? 
And whin'st to be enlarg'd? soul, learn to sing. 



EMBLEMS. 



oOl 



11, 




PSALM XLII. 1. 

As the hart panteth after the water-brooks, so 
panteth my soul after thee, O God. 

XTow shall my tongue express that hallow'd firo, 
Which Heav'nhath kindled in my ravishd heart! 

Wliat muse shall I invoke, that will inspire 
My lowly quill to act a lofty part! 



302 EMBLEMS. BOOK 5. 

What art shall I devise t' express desire, 
Too intricate to be express'd by art! 
Let all the nine be silent; I refuse 
Their aid in this high task, for they abuse 
The flames of love too much: assist me, David's 
muse. 



Not as the thirsty soil desires soft show'rs 

To quicken and refresh her embryon grain ; 
Nor as the drooping crests of fading flow'rs 

Request the bounty of a morning rain, 
Do I desire my God : these in few hours 
Re-wish what late their wishes did obtain ; 
But as the swift-foot hart doth wounded fly 
To th' much desired streams, even so do I 
Pant after thee, my God, whom I must find, or 
die. 

Before a pack of deep-mouth'd lusts I flee; 

O, they have singled out my panting heart, 
And wanton Cupid, sitting in the tree, 

Hath pierc'd my bosom with a flaming dart ; 
My soul being spent, for refuge seeks to thee, 
But cannot find where thou my refuge art : 
Like as the swift-foot hart doth wounded fly 
To the desired streams, e'en so do I 
Pant after thee, my God, whom I must find, or 
die. 



COOK :'). E3IBLEMS. 503 

At length, by flight, I overwent the pack; 

Thou drew'st the wanton dart from out my 
wound ; 
The blood that foUow'd left a purple track, 

Which brought a serpent, but in shape a hound ; 
We strove, he bit me ; but thou break'st his back, 
I left him grov'ling on th' envenom'd ground : 
But as the serpent-bitten hart doth fly 
To the long long'd-for streams, e'en so do I 
Pant after thee, ray God, whom I must find, or 
die. 

If lust should chase my soul, made swift by fright, 
Thou art the stream whereto my soul is bound : 
Or if a jav'lin wound my sides in flight, 

Thou art the balsam that must cure my wound : 
In poison chance t' infest my soul in fight. 
Thou art the treacle that must make me sound : 
E'en as the wounded hart, embost, doth fly 
To th' streams extremely long'd-for, so do I 
Pant after thee, my God, whom I must find, or 
die» 



304 EMBLE31S. BOOK 5- 

S. Cyril. Lib. v. in Joh. Cup. x. 
O precious water, which quencheth the noisome 
thirst of this world, scoureth all the stains of 
sinners, that watereth the earth of our souls with 
heavenly showers, and bringeth back the thirsty 
heart of man to his only God. 

S. AvGVST. Soliloq. Cap. xxxv. 
O fountain of life, and vein of living waters, 
when shall 1 leave this forsaken, impasiable, and 
dry earth, and taste the waters of thy sweetness, 
that I may behold thy virtue and thy glory, and 
slake my thirst with the streams of thy mercy! 
Lord, I thirst, thou art the spring of life, satisfy 
me: I thirst. Lord, I thirst after thee, the li\ii g 
God! 



Epjg. 11. 
The arrow-smitten hart, deep wounded, flies 
To th' springs, with water in his weeping eyes : 
Heav'n is thy spring : if Satan's fiery dart 
Pierce thy faint sides: do so, my wounded heart. 



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BOOK b. 



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12. 




PSALM XLII. y. 

When shall I come and appear before God ? 

What is my soul the better to be tin'd 

With holy fire? what boots it to be coin'd 

With Heav'n's own stamp? what 'vantage cai> 

there be 
To souls of heav'n-descen<led pedigree, 

V 



306 EMBLEMS. BOOK 5. 

More than to beasts that grovd? are not they 
Fed by the Almighty's hand? and ev'ry day 
Fill'd with his blessings too? do they not see 
God in his creatures, as direct as we? 
Do they not taste thee? hear thee? nay, what sense 
Is not partaker of thine excellence? 
What more do we? alas! what serves our reeison, 
But, like dark lanthorns, to accomplish treason 
With greater closeness? It affords no light, 
Brings thee no nearer to our purblind sight : 
No pleasure rises up the least degree, 
Great God, but in the clearer view of thee: 
What priv'lege more than sense hath reason then ? 
What 'vantage is it to be born a man? 
How often hath my patience built, dear Lord, 
Vain tow'rs of hope upon thy gracious word? 
How often hath thy hope-reviving grace 
Woo'd my suspicious eyes to seek thy face? 
How often have I sought thee? O how long 
Hath expectation taught my perfect tongue 
Repeated pray'rs, yet pray'rs could ne'er obtain ! 
In vain I seek thee, and I beg in vain : 
If it be high presumption to behold 
Thy face, why did'st thou make mine eyes so bold 
To seek it? if that object be too bright 
For man's aspect, why did thy lips invite 
Mine eye t' expect it? if it might be seen, 
Why is this envious curtain drawn between 
My darken'd eye and it? O tell me, why 
Thou dost command the thing thou dost deny? 



BOOK 5. EMBLEMS. SO? 

Why dost thou give me so unpriz'd a treasure, 
And then deny'st my greedy soul the pleasure 
To view my gift? Alas! that gift is void, 
And is uo gift, that may not be enjoy'd : 
If those refulgent beams of Heav'n's great light 
Gild not the day, what is the day but night? 
The drowsy shepherd sleeps, flow'rs droop and 

fade; 
The birds are sullen, and the beasts are sad : 
But if bright Titan dart his golden ray, 
And with his riches glorify the day, 
The jolly shepherd pipes; flow'rs freshly spring; 
The beasts grow gamesome, and the birds they 

sing. 
Thou art my sun, great God! O when shall I 
View the full beams of thy meridian eye? 
Draw, draw this fleshly curtain, that denies 
The gracious presence of thy glorious eyes; 
Or give me faith ; and, by the eye of grace, 
I shall behold thee, though not face to face. 



o08 ETWBLEMS. BOOK 3. 

S. AvGvsT. in Psal. xxxix. 
"Who created all things, is better than all things : 
who beautified all things, is more beautiful than 
all things: who made strength, is stronger than 
all things : who made great things, is greater than 
all things : whatsoever thou lovest, he is that to 
thee: learn to love the workman in his work, the 
Creator in his creature: let not that which was 
made by him possess thee, lest thou lose him by 
whom thyself was made. 

S, August. Med. Cap. xxxvii. 
O thou most sweet, most gracious, most ami- 
able, most fair, when shall I see thee? when shall 
I be satisfied with thy beauty? when wilt thou 
lead me from this dark dungeon, that I may con- 
fess thy name? 



Epig. 12. 
How art thou shaded, in this veil of night, 
Behind thy curtain flesh? Thou seest no light, 
But what thy pride doth challenge as her own ; 
Thy flesh is high: Soul, take this curtain down. 



BOOK 5. EMBLEMS. 



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13. 




PSALM LV. 6. 

O that I hud wings like a dove, for then would 
fly aioay, and be at rest! 

And am I sworn a dunghill-slave for ever 
To earth's base drudg'ry? Shall I never find 

A night of rest? Shall my indentures never 
He eancell'd? Did injurious nature bind 



«D 



310 EMBLEMS. BOOK 5. 

My soul earth's 'prentice, with no clause to leave 
her? 
No day of freedom? Must I ever grind? 
O that I had the pinions of a dove, 
That I might quit my bands, and soar above, 
And pour my just complaints before the great 
Jehove! 

How happy are the doves, that have the pow'r, 

Whene'er they please, to spread their airy wings! 
Or cloud-dividing eagles, that can tow'r 

Above the scent of these inferior things ! 
How happy is the lark, that ev'ry hour 
Leaves earth, and then for joy mounts up and 
sings ! 
Had my duH soul but wings as well as they. 
How I would spring from earth, and clip away, 
As wise Astraea did, and scorn this ball of clay ! 

O how my soul would spurn this ball of clay, 
And loathe the dainties of earth's painful plea- 
sure! 
O how I'd laugh to see men night and day 

Turmoil to gain that trash, they call their trea- 
sure ! 
O how I'd smile to see what plots they lay 
To catch a blast, or own a smile from Caesar ! 
Had I the pinions of a mounting dove. 
How I would soar and sing, and hate the love 
Of transitory toys, and feed on joys above ! 



BOOK 5. EMBLEMS. 311 

There should I find that everlasting pleasure, 
Which change removes not, and which chance 

prevents not ; 
There should I find that everlasting treasure, 
Which force deprives not, fortune disaugments 
not; 
There should I find that everlasting Caesar, 
Whose hand recals not, and whose heart re- 
pents not; 
Had I the pinions of a clipping dove. 
How I would climb the skies, and hate the love 
Of transitory toys, and joy in things above! 

No rank-mouth'd slander there shall give offence, 
Or blast our blooming names, as here they do ; 
No liver-scalding lust shall there incense 

Our boiling veins; there is no Cupid's bow: 
Lord, give my soul the milk-white innocence 
Of doves, and I shall have their pinions too : 
Had I the pinions of a clipping dove. 
How I would quit this earth, and soar above, 
And Heav'n's bless'd kingdom find; and Heav'n's 
bless'd King Jehove ! 



312 EMBLEMS. BOOK j. 

S. AvGvsT. in Psal. cxxxviii. 
What wings should I desire, but the two pre- 
cepts of love, on which the law and the prophets 
depend! O if I could obtain these wings, I could 
fly from thy face to thy face, from the face of thy 
justice to the face of thy mercy: let us find those 
wings by love, which we have lost by lust. 

S. August, in Psal. Ixxvi. 
Let us cast off whatsoever hindereth, en tangleth, 
or bnrdeneth our flight, until we attain that which 
satisfieth; beyond which nothing is; beneath which 
all things are ; of which all things are. 



Epic. 13. 
Tell me, my wishing soul, did'st ever try 
How fast the wings of red-cross'd faith caii fly? 
Why begg'st thou, then, the pinions of a dove? 
Faith's wings are swifter; but the swiftest, love. 



COOK 5. 



EMBLEMS. 



313 



14. 




PSALM LXXXIV. 1. 

How amiable are thy tabernacles ^ O Lord of hosts! 

Ancient of days, to whom all times are now, 

Before whose glory seraphims do bow 

Their blushing cheeks, and veil their blemish'd 

faces, 
That, uncontain'd, at once dost fill all places ; 



314 EMBLEMS. BOOK 5. 

How glorious, O how far beyond the height 
Of puzzled quills, or the obtuse conceit 
Of flesh and blood, or the too flat reports 
Of mortal tongues, are thy expressless courts ! 
Whose glory to paint forth with greater art, 
Ravish my fancy, and inspire my heart; 
Excuse my bold attempt, and pardon me 
For showing sense, what faith alone should see. 
Ten thousand millions, and ten thous^d more 
Of angel-measur'd leagues, from the eastern shore 
Of dungeon-earth, his glorious palace stands, 
Before whose pearly gates ten thousand bands 
Of armed angels wait to entertain 
Those purged souls, for which the Lamb was slain ; 
Whose guiltless death, and voluntary yielding 
Of whose giv'n life, gave the brave court her 

building ; 
The lukewarm blood of this dear Lamb, being 

spilt, 
To rubies turn'd, whereof her posts were built ; 
And what dropp'd down in a kind gelid gore, 
Did turn rich sapphires, and did pave her floor: 
The brighter flames, that from his eye-balls i-ay'd 
Grew chrysolites, whereof her walls were made: 
The milder glances sparkled on the ground, 
And groundsill'd ev'ry door with diamond; 
But dying, darted upwards, and did fix 
A battlement of purest sardonyx. 
Her streets with bumish'd gold are paved round ; 
Stars lie like pebbles scatter'd on the groundj, 



BOOK 5. EMBLEMS. 3l5 

Pearl mixt with onyx, and the jasper stone, 
Made gravell'd causeways to be trampled on. 
There shines no sun by day, no moon by night ; 
The palace glory is, the palace light : 
There is no time to measure motion by, 
There time is swallow'd in eternity : 
Wry-mouth'd disdain, and corner-hunting lust, 
And twy-fac'd fraud, and beetle-brow'd distrust, 
Soul-boiling rage, and trouble-state sedition. 
And giddy doubt, and goggle-ey'd suspicion, 
And lumpish sorrow, and degen'rous fear, 
Are banish'd thence, and death's a stranger there : 
But simple love, and sempiternal joys, 
Whose sweetness never gluts, nor fulness cloys 3 
Where face to face our ravish'd eye shall see 
Great ELOHIM, that glorious One in Three, 
And Three in One, and seeing him shall bless him, 
And blessing, love him ; and in love possess him. 
Here stay, my soul, and, ravish'd in relation. 
The words being spent, spend now in contempla- 
tion. 



316 EMBLEMS. BOOK 5. 

S. Greg, in Psal. vii. Pcenitent. 
Sweet Jesus, the word of the Father, the bright- 
ness of paternal glory, whom angels delight to 
view, teach me to do thy will; that led by thy 
good spirit, I may come to that blessed city, 
where day is eternal, where there is certain secu- 
rity, and secure eternity ; and eternal peace, and 
peaceful happiness ; and happy sweetness, and 
sweet pleasure; where thou, O God, with the 
Father and the Holy Spirit, livest and reignest 
world without end. 

Ibidem. 
There is light without darkness; joy without 
grief; desire without punishment; love without 
sadness; satiety without loathing; safety without 
fear; health without disease; and life vdthout 
death. 



EpiG. 14. 
My soul, pry not too nearly; the complexion 
Of Sol's bright face is seen by the reflection: 
But would'st thou know what's Heav'n? I'll tell 

thee what; 
Think what thou canst not think, and Heav'n is 

that. 



EMBLEMS. 



;i7 



15. 




CANTICLES VIII. 14. 

Blake haste, my beloved, and be like the roe, or the 
youn^ hart upon the mountains qf spices, 

Cjro, gentle tyrant, go ; thy flames do pierce 
My soul too deep ; thy flames are too, too fierce ; 
My marrow melts, my fainting spirits fry 
In th' torrid zone of thy meridian eye ; 



318 EMBLEMS. BOOK 5. 

Away, away, thy sweets are too perfuming : 
Turn, turn thy face, thy fires are too consumiii;^: 
Haste hence, and let thy winged steps outgo 
The frighted roebuck, and his flying roe. 

But wilt thou leave me, then ? O thou, that art 
Life of my soul, soul of my dying heart, 
Without the sweet aspect of whose fair eyes 
My soul doth languish, and her solace dies? 
Art tJiou so eas'ly woo'd? so apt to hear 
The frantic language of my foolish fear? 

Leave, leare me not, nor turn thy beauty from 
me J 

Look, look upon me, tho' thine eyes o'ercome me. 

how they wound! but how my wounds conteiit 

me! 
How sweetly these delightful pains torment me! 
How am I tortur'd in excessive measure 
Of pleasing cruelties! too cruel treasure! 
Turn, turn away, remove thy scorching beams; 

1 languish with these bitter-sweet extremes : 
Haste then, and let thy winged steps outgo 
The flying roebuck, and his frighted roe. 

Turn back, my dear; O let my ravish'd eye 
Once more behold thy face before thou fly : 
What, shall we part without a mutual kiss? 
O who can leave so sweet a face as this? 



BOOK 5. EMBLEMS. 319 

Look full upon me ; for my soul desires 
To turn a holy martyr in those fires : 

O leave me not, nor turn thy beauty from me ; 

Look, look upon me, tho' thy flames o'ercome me . 

If thou becloud the sunshine of thine eye, 
I freeze to death; and if it shine, I fry; 
Which, like a fever, that my soul hath got, 
Makes me to burn too cold, or freeze too hot : 
Alas ! I cannot bear so sw eet a smart. 
Nor canst thou be less glorious than thou art. 
Haste then, and let thy winged steps outgo 
The frighted roebuck, and his flying roe. 

But go not far beyond the reach of breath ; 
Too large a distance makes another death : 
My youth is in her spring ; autumnal vows 
Will make me riper for so sweet a spouse; 
When after-times have burnish'd my desire, 
I'll shoot thee flames for flames, and fire for fire. 

O leave me not, nor turn thy beauty from me; 

Look, look upon me, though thy flames o'er- 
come me. 



520 EMBLEMS. BOOK .?. 

Autor ScaltB Paradisi. Tom. ix. Aug. Cap. viii. 
Fear not, O bride, nor despair; think not thy- 
self contemned if thy Bridegroom withdraw his 
face a while : all things co-operate for the best : 
both from his absence, and his presence, thou 
gainest light: he cometh to thee, and he goeth 
from thee : he cometh, to make thee consolate ; he 
goeth, to make thee cautious, lest thy abundant 
consolation pufF thee up: he cometh, that thy 
languishing soul may be comforted; he goeth, lest 
his familiarity should be contemned ; and being 
absent, to be more desired; and being desired, to 
be more earnestly sought ; and being long sought , 
to be more acceptably found. 



EpjG. 15. 
My soul, sin's monster, whom with greater ease 
Ten thousand fold thy God could make than 

please, 
V/hat would'st thou have? Nor pieas'd with sun, 

nor shade? 
Heav'n knows not what to make of what he made. 



ROOK 5. EMRLEAK. 

THE FAREWELL. 



SJi 




I'ldesque corotiat aa aras. 
REV. II. 10. 

Be thou faithful unto death, and I will give thee 
a crown of life. 

JjE faithful ; Lord, what's that? 
Believe: 'Tis easy to believe; but what? 

That he whom thy hard heart hath woundo;!, 

And whom thy scorn hath spit upon, 
Hath paid thy fine, and hath compounded 

For these foul deeds thy hands have doi^r : 

X 



.522 EMBLEMS. BOOK 5. 

Believe that he whose gentle pahns 

Thy needle-pointed sins have nail'd, 
Hath borne thy slavish load (of alms) 
And made supply where thou hast fail'd : 
Did ever mis'ry find so strange relief? 
It is a love too strange for man's belief. 

Believe that he, whose side 
Thy crimes have pierc'd with their rebellions, died 
To save thy guilty soul from dying 

Ten thousand horrid deaths, from whence 
There was no 'scape, there was no flying. 

But through his dearest blood's expense ; 
Believe, this dying friend requires 
No other thanks for all his pain. 
But e'en the truth of weak desires, 
And, for his love, but love again : 
Did ever mis'ry find so true a friend? 
It is a love too vast to comprehend. 

With floods of tears baptize 
And drench these dry, these unregen'rate eyes; 
Lord, whet my dull, my blunt belief. 

And break this fleshly rock in sunder. 
That from this heart, this hell of grief. 

May spring a Heav'n of love and wonder : 
O, if thy mercies will remove 

And melt this lead from my belief. 
My grief will then refine my love. 

My love will then refresh my grief: 



BOOK 5. EMBLEMS. 5<2^ 

Then weep, mine eyes, as he hath bled; vouchsafe 
To drop for ev'ry drop an epitaph. 

But is the crown of glory 
The wages of a lamentable story? 
Or can so gieat a purchase rise 

From a salt humour? Can mine eyes 
Run fast enough t' obtain this prize? 
If so. Lord, who's so mad to die? 
Thy tears are trifles; thou must do: 
Alas! I cannot; then endeavour: 
1 will; but will a tug or two 
Suffice the turn? Thou must persevere: 
I'll strive till death; and shall my feeble strife 
Be crown'd? I'll crown it with a crown of life. 

But is there such a dearth, 
That thou must buy what is thy due by birth? 
He whom thy hands did form of dust. 

And give him breath, upon condition 
To love his great Creator; must 

He now be thine by composition? 
Art thou a gracious God and mild, 

Or headstrong man rebellious, rather? 
O, man's a base rebellious child, 
And thou a very gracious Father: 
The gift is thiile; we strive, thou crown'st our 

strife; 
Thou giv'st us faith : and faith a crown of life. 



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